[WE MY PEOPLE] DEDICATED TO MY FAMILY
THE PHOTO IS CALLED A DROP OF TREE..
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We my people are family...
Born of the blessings of Allah...
We my people have been through so much... all these lives... all these deaths.
We find ourselves fighting in such a trying time...
Our children watch.
Our family so rich in talent... so rich in wisdom... so rich in knowledge... the system recognizes.
We need to be whole... we need to be...
These tears that tinkle to the keys are reminders that life is fragile, family is really all we got and that new lives join our family even in these times...
Babies contained in amniotic states of growth.
We my people need to remember that we came from strong trees rooted in the annals of time...
Even when seperated we are a formidable force... together invincible...
Men of God... men of Allah...
Women who are queens standing strong against the ravages of time.
What are we if not parts of the whole... remember the elders who now lie in the ground... remember the children that we have lost.
We my people are family...
We my people hear these words...
We my people are strong...
See?
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
