age means nothing, warriors push against soil, and grow..all life long..
Sages you wring the night dry,
washing your rhythms in time.
I can only sing,
moon of old.
I fought myself for 20 years and my self won, but, I’m far from finished.
Refugee. Black. Diamond. Black. Oil. Black. Refugee white-out. Movement and exodus. Reverse. Black. Back. Refugee white-out. African. The land. Black. West Indian. Caribbean. Inversed. Black. Sweat bled to soil. Black. Refugee white-out. – janberry. 26Oct2016 2.22pm. copyright 2016. all rights reserved.
Philando was born with his value and unfortunately, has died because this value was not seen. Honor him by honoring yourself, in the face of all that fears you.