What comes with my wellness Think of all the fire I’ll breathe Of the way the air will glisten As it comes to lend itself to me A storm is on its way And this one packs a melody Oh to feel at home again In the temple of my trinity Body, mind, and spirit I tend my gardens thoughtfully Won’t let dirty water near the blooms of my tranquility
White supremacy is adept at quiet infiltration; appearing absent even as it pulls the strings. Our clarity is it’s greatest threat. With clarity we can exercise discernment. With discernment we can learn to trust ourselves. Arriving fiercely in our power; to give voice to what we know: We deserve worlds better than the one that’s been built. And indeed we have the power; to tear down what harms us. And indeed we have the power; to rebuild.
I keep coming home to the fact that we aren’t alone. That our truths, our actions, our dreams, are carried on the waves of those who came before us. I keep coming home to the love in my heart and the fire it wields. I keep coming home to the voice of my spirit, the call of my Ancestors, the love that is life. I keep coming home to the fact that our power exists entirely in and of us.