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Mama Tayé's Elder's Prayer, Sharing Five

Mama Tayé's Elder Prayer, Sharing Five

The sun rises and kisses us into a new day even as the darkness in the hearts of the land hopes to discourage and disassemble a righteous cause, we shine bright and keep shining for truth, honor, justice, and life.
Let us who are conscious stand in the healing warmth of the sun's rays, knowing that as the sun shines down on one of us, renewing and reviving, the same sun shines down on a collective us. WE are stronger together.
When we are weary from the endless fight and the false apologies, let us hold each other up and protect the voices that were once lost, let us support and be the oracle for the ones telling us justice is still unserved in our land.
May we press and keep pressing even as they throw out token and we ponder the actions of a burned memorial quickly rebuilt and peace in a place they want to destroy.
The pride of the mothers rests in the sons who protected and promised to stay out, speak out, and stand in front of power to proclaim the truth of their actions, even as the ones with the official pens try to skew their words, they took to their own devices to let us know, "we got this."
Hold on, people of the sun and sand, hold on and walk together, build together, it is the joining of one to another one that is feared the most.
Even as mothers met mothers and shared a painful truth of the Talk, let us remember their words and hope the other mothers take the challenge of what do they tell their sons to make them kill our sons, and let us keep talking and keep writing and keep marching and keep saying, because our lives do depend on our voice.
May we stay unified in a struggle that is centuries old and be strategic in our quest for righteousness.
May we who speak and call, call out to the ONE who IS and know that we are led in this divine moment, brought together in this divine place to fulfill a divine destiny, may we remain diligent.
Journey on, march on, speak on, the victory is near.
Asé, Mama Tayé, Elder's Prayer

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