Crashing into Fire (rev)
“your internet connection is unstable”.
Why can’t the internet hold righteous black fire? Is the heat under the eloquent rage too much to hold? When we gather virtually, is the seering wisdom heralded with howling laughter and jubilant snaps touching that good nerve of coded knowing too much for fiber optics?
Talkin’ ‘bout that knowing that goes all the way back to the beginning of time when the first black human gave birth to all the humans on the planet now.
The fragility is understandable. The ones who supposedly created the internet are the same ones who invented Lucy. Because they couldn’t say Dinknesh, their tongues refused to go there. But we did. And we can. Say her name.
Say her name with all the righteous life-giving scream that births a people.
Making the generations.
Fire moving up and through. Starting with the belly, up through the throat, out the top of the head, connecting back to Mother - Source.
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