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Aug 8
the
black earth
beneath
our
ancestor's feet
are
the
winding
roads
built
by
our
spiritual souls
the
path
is
just beginning
we
do not need
signatures
nor
premission
to
move forward
towards
our destiny
the
roads
beneath
our
ancestor's feet
Written by
Jamal Upshaw
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