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Never forsake the lineage in which we originated from because the ancestors are watching us Their eyes are on the sparrow anticipating us to soar into our excellence Wash ourselves in their royalty while remembering they were kings and queens long before they became slaves and strange fruit Society wants to wipe the slate clean of our heritage by pruning the limbs of our family trees waiting in the shadows for the opportunity to kill it at the root We cannot allow someone else's antidote poison us with amnesia that may cause us to forget the power of our inheritance We are much stronger than they care to know We must use our pens to flex the muscle of our minds Granting permission to build strength enabling us to balance the truth on our shoulders Lets stand our ground and never fold claim our titles as griots and let our stories be told It's up to us to lose the fear Use the ink in our veins to to go against the grain of the lies they expect us to swallow and washed down with our pride --LaLa ©4-3-2020

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