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Fruitless Trees

A 'Black' Condition

By She ChantsPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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We have no teachers

We have no schools

We have no stories

We have no storytellers

We have no elders

We have no wisdom

We have no secrets

We have no Inheritance

We have no culture

We have no theology

We have no identity

We have no memory

We have no nation

We have no land

We have no status

We have no claim

We have no people

We have no communities

We have no leaders

We have no businesses

We have no loyalty

We have no unity

We have no ears

We have no understanding

We have no sight

We have no thoughts

We have no words

We have no power

We have no choices

We have no support

We have no protection

We have no solutions

We have no families

We have no order

We have no trust

We have no us

We have no we

We have illusions of “I“ and ”Me”

We have streets lined with fruitless trees.

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She Chants

I chant because I discovered I had a voice..

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