Sometimes we don’t recognize our own strength until we look back over our lives and realize that we’re still here!
I’ve been through what seems like hell and back, and I’m still here, but not just me, my people too; my ancestry
The deep dark truth that hangs from silent trees-seemingly existing only in books, movies and memories- twice removed
Shades of mahogany, chocolate and vanilla swirled with mud and tears of resistance
Seeds planted in forbidden soil have grown into unmovable trees
Fighting from resist-stance
Arms held high, hands wide open and visible yet they still shoots us
Branches on this tree, the blood of you and me only in the books, movies and memories twice removed