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  DROP THE DEAD WEIGHT https://www.spreaker.com/episode/drop-the-dead-weight--70682050 You are exhausted, and it’s not because you aren't strong enough. It’s because you are carrying things that were never meant for your back. Today we look at Ujima—Collective Work and Responsibility—but we are looking at it in reverse. Most of us think community means we have to save everybody. We think being a solid Brother or a strong Sister means drowning ourselves to keep someone else afloat. But what if true collective power can only be unlocked when we stop trying to be the hero? What if the key to our liberation isn't doing more, but aggressively stripping away the false responsibilities we’ve absorbed over the years? We've been lied to about what it means to carry our community. Let’s talk about how to drop the cape and cut the ties. Call to Inaction: “A tree does not hold onto dead leaves; it lets them fall so it can breathe.” Take a moment today to reflect on what you need to rel...

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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