Still dont know what I'm looking for but I know what I found back there.
It's a weird enchanted blessing in disguise that most of us dont recognize until the feeling becomes idolized.
Why do we continue suppressing ourselves,
slowly dying while allowing our opposites to arise?
Still learing to let go, just like all the others
n this chain didn't stop with my ancestors no
they came even harder but were never given their credit.
Ever heard of the saying "they fear a black man on a horse because then they'd have to look up at him."
"Stand for something or you'll fall for anything," just as Malcom X said.
Shit will go misunderstood but my people were brought up, chained up, repressed then arose again.
CHAINS ARE MEANT TO BE FUCKING BROKEN.
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Kaaliyah Reyna
scientist poet/writer. higher power rebellion. soul healer. love giver. seeking and embracing my truth in this life.
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