Kwanzaa:
The time of the year when I blog the most however, this year my soul is in a hidden place.
Nguzo Saba:
I am We
I am because We are.
Covid almost choked the heart of my african heritage out of me.
I refuse to let it go
I held strong to the memories layed down before me across the road traveled before
I celebrate with tears
My shelter of safety with those I once a year put politics aside and celebrate what makes me BLACK and African American is shattered.
The glue has worn off
My elders are sick
The little ones I do not know
Umoja into the abyss
There are no more teachers or lessons; I have the degree
There are no more cooked meals and laughter
No more dancing and singing
Celebration of faith
Umoja dismayed
However Umoja is ingrained in my heart. woven with a needle. pierced with hot stamp
Umoja with me
Umoja is me forever.
Umoja as a trans queer christian man
Umoja means unity.
Joyous Kwanzaa!
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