Lift Up Your Head My Brother

Lift Up Your Head My Brother

Lift up your head my brother. It is difficult to sit in my seat. A difficulty I don’t know if I could properly explain over several earthen lifetimes. The intensity the grind the struggle may seem to you a boast. They are no boast at all, rather a toast to the ones who got me here.

How would I have known how to produce what has been produced in me? It wasn’t always my desire to feel the sting, the trauma, the humiliation. Stripped of all, all within me, no stone left upon another.

Calling all things into the question. Foundation? My brother and I had not one stone to begin to build it with. When I thought I had acquired one it would crumble into sand when I tried to stand upon it.

Stand my brother, pitfalls all about. Thrown in the quicksand and I had no knowledge not to struggle. I have struggled my whole life, both in the flesh and in the spirit.’

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