The more I remember the suffering of my fore-fathers, the more I remember the lynchings and burnings in the Southern States of America, the more I will fight on even though the battle seems doubtful. Tell me that I must turn back, and I laugh you to scorn. Go On! Go on! Climb ye the heights of liberty and cease not in well doing until you have planted the banner of the Red, Black and Green on the hilltops of Africa.
My Grandmother was a maroon she passed into the cycle in 2001.
She is well missed, because she healed for free no matter how bad
the illness. She had a bible of a different sort though, my mother
also told me of an uncle I never seen who used to watch over them
as children, and whenever they would do something wrong he would
ask them and when they lied, he would show them what they had
done in a glass of water or a crystal ball he used to have covered
in his room. It's a shame we are not continuing certain traditions,
I keep asking for that bible but no one knows where it is
(Or suh dem seh) or maybe they don't want to touch it. I am proud
of my heritage which shows in my interest being here. I may not be
blessed with her gift but I sure do have that revolutionary fire
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