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Ujima vs. The Savior Complex: Why Your "Help" is Killing the Collective

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  Ujima vs. The Savior Complex: Why Your "Help" is Killing the Collective https://www.spreaker.com/episode/shedding-the-savior-complex-the-true-power-of-ujima--70563589 You’re tired because you’re carrying stones that don't belong to you. When we hear the word Ujima—Collective Work and Responsibility—most of us instantly feel a heavy weight on our shoulders. We think about the family members we have to rescue, the friends we have to carry, and the community trauma we are expected to fix. We've built an entire culture around the "Savior Complex," confusing shared struggle with shared building. But what if you've been practicing Ujima completely wrong? What if true collective work requires you to stop helping certain people? In today's episode of Tha Daily Spark, we are taking a blade to the false narratives holding our community back. We’re talking about the painful but necessary art of dropping the dead weight so you can finally find your true Tribe...

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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