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Mama Tayé's Elder's Prayer - Sharing Six

Mama Tayé's Elder Prayer - Sharing Six
The black night calm storm to the morning blue of tears shed of lives lost of weary feet and souls wondering how long, to those we greet in the way of light and life knowing that there can be no greeting of peace as long as justice is unserved.
The morning rises on the Weekend of Resistance where young and old join arm-in-arm and stand face2face against the policies that criminalize bodies in black and brown, against the system that profits on keeping them down.
We honor their lives and their families that mourn them - all of them in all of their Millennial hopes and dreams dashed, in all their smiles and even in their errors, they were loved and we honor their right of existence.
Standing united as one, we loudly proclaim our righteous fight to lift up to unit to organize and to deploy those into our land to protect, provide, and promote the lifes of our black sons and daughters. We stand as one in this supposed land of the free and we stand together brave where our ancestors shed blood nourishes this soil and shout our right of existence, right of protest, and right of redress for centuries of wrongs done.
Infiltrators will not stop us, traitors will not stop us, sleepers will not stop us.
We stand together, knit together, threaded together, woven together, sewn together, linked together. Together, we will not break.
As the morning mist sends out the clarion call for those to come and come they are to the Gateway City to resist to vocalize to announce that this is enough and we are not going away, as this mist wakes up the dawning of soul's wonder, we pause to remember the sons and daughters, and promise their spirits that we will march on with weary legs, we will shout on with parched throats, we will keep on and keep on, because 65 days is not long enough, 2 days is not long enough, it is not long enough. We want justice in our own land.
Let us hold together and honor together and stand together and together we will challenge the laws, stand in the face of unjust prosecutors, use the third eye to record the actions of those in blue and spread it through the mechanism of the Internet to reach every hamlet and house in these United States. We stand together and shout together to those who are asleep to wake up and to those whose skin is the color of milk to open up and hear this, know this, we are not going away, that thie privilege they have unearned and enjoy is not a right for them to deny life to those whom they fear because media, politicians, and police demand that they do so.
Shouting from the hills and valleys, the beaches and mountains, from the plains to the riverlands, we black people will not be silent, our call is righteous, timely, and just.
Just us, Just us, Just us, Justice.
And it is So.
Mama Tayé


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