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  Scrape Off the Labels: The Kujichagulia Purge https://www.spreaker.com/episode/scrape-off-the-labels-the-kujichagulia-purge--70991525 Ever notice how exhausting it is trying to "build" your identity? We spend decades stacking affirmations, buying clothes, and chasing titles just to feel like we know who we are in this world. But what if your true self is already there, just buried under years of buildup? Today on the Gye-Nyame calendar, we sit in the deep Indigo of Kujichagulia (Self-Determination). Most folks think determining yourself means inventing a new you. But on the porch, we know better. The world has spent your whole life plastering labels on you—some of them so tight they feel like your own skin. The work isn't to put on a new mask. The work is to scrape the old ones off. We're discussing the power of the purge on today's episode of Tha Daily Spark. We’re dropping the heavy bags of blame, shame, and guilt, and stepping out of the mad, sad, and scared ...

Final GoodBye III- Writing for Healing

His Story is Mine

His story is mines,
Better yet my story is his,
For now I can no longer deal with what was,
Now I have to deal with what is.
A great tree has fallen in the forest of life,
A tree that provided shade for many and a shelter from strife.
But this is not the end of his tory for his story is mine,
And his story will live through his bloodline for all time.
His story is not over because his story is mine, and I need for his loved ones to read between the lines.
Although his body is gone his spirit is strong, that explains why through the pain and confusion he lived so long.
Fear not because his story is not over because his story is mine,
He has made it to peace and he rest with the divine
We are the seeds and saplings grafted from his tree and now he can rest in comfort for his story can be told by we.
His story is not over, because his story belongs to me
For I am a proud branch on his family tree, I will always remember those that came before, those that struggled like no people before.
Like Miles Brown and the lady known as Ms. Ann their stories will live because it was passed to my hands
Like Herman Brown and Rosa lee
Like Geneva and Herman brown the second, and Cleven Brown now can peacefully join their essence
Although his body has now been returned to the earth
His story and their story has been cemented  in  time by Cleven Miles Brown's birth.
His story his mine, his story is ours, his story is ours.
Now tell it.......

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