White supremacy is older than the America it founded. Living as a parasite, feeding on white insecurity, it has covered up our very divinity. This second skin of hatred and murder has strangled us silently since before our bodies existed. Generations have fought this bloodsucking beast; our bravest leaders giving their lives only to have loosened its grip. Now with more eyes upon it, we cut its rotting flesh off our bodies and peel away its heavy exterior. Putting our fingers down our throats, we purge the vile that has built up inside us. A residue of slime oozes in every unchecked crack and shadow, determined to continue its legacy of rage.

Our country has never known equality. Our bodies have never seen it or touched it, but our souls remember this possibility. As the fresh air finally greets our newly opened hearts, our true potential will be manifested.

Beautiful black bodies and minds will be seen by all as the divine spirit which flows through them. As true blessings on this earth.

For this we pray. For this we fight.