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Jan 2022
We are gathered here today, paying our last respects to giving a **** what people say or think about us.

As we lower all sense of shame for who we truly are into the ground we await the day when our personalities decompose into what they were meant to be. We pray that the blueprint of our essence may be received in the glory of freedom.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and us to us.

We were looked down upon and called ‘black sheep’ or ‘lost souls’ because we perceived life through a liberated lens but that doesn’t matter now cause we are in a better place: because we are dead, we can’t be chained in prisons of their expectations anymore. We can’t be told how to live our lives anymore.

As death frees the spirit, we free spirits declare ourselves, as of this death, truly free.
Written by
Buumba Munene
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