Featured Post

SCRAPE OFF THE DEBT

Image
  SCRAPE OFF THE DEBT https://www.spreaker.com/episode/scrape-off-the-debt--70868456 Have you ever looked at your bank account and wondered who you were really working for? Today is Ujamaa—Cooperative Economics—but I’m not here to pitch you a new business plan or tell you to grind until you collapse. I’m here to ask you what you are willing to let go of. We’ve been conditioned to think that wealth means acquiring more, showing off more, and carrying the heavy, exhausting armor of "looking like money." But what if true economic power in our community actually starts with refusing to participate in the charade? There is a massive illusion weighing down our people, a relentless pressure to consume that keeps us isolated and drained. In today's episode, we talk about scraping off that crust. We’re getting into the porch-talk truth about why you don’t need to add anything to your life to find Ujamaa—you just need to stop the bleeding. Call to Inaction: A hand holding tightly t...

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.......

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

How to pour Libations

The Art of Adaptation: Unveiling the Wisdom of The Bat and The Weasels

The Three R’s of Relationships: Building Bonds on Respect, Responsibility, and Reciprocity