“Out of the dirt I bloom from beneath the world where I’ve been held in preparation for what I will see, not understand, feel pain from, and question – “Why have I been brought here?” “What purpose might I have in the happenings of life that pain my eyes, punch blows at my heart, and rip out my brain to tap dance on my sensory lobes to cause my focus of my purpose to dizzy me into a whirlwind feeling like uncontrollable rising high temperature, heat to fire?” But i rise until I rise, then I Rise until I RISE, and when I RISE, WE RISE from out of the concrete to bloom past gloom that insists on strangling the life that has been gifted to me and you. Upon our horizon from the ground, They smile with satisfaction that I, We were created in the first place, to RISE.”
HAPPY BLACK HER/HISTORY MONTH!!!
JAM UP YOUR CELEBRATION HONORING YOUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS AND ANCESTORS WHO ROSE AND CONTINUE TO RISE FROM HATE!
WE GOT THIS!
Join me in the celebration Family with my colleagues, as we dance into this month…
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Peace ✌🏽 and Love ❤️
Written by: Dr. Fuller
