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The Spirit of Nia
by Jamela S. Green


Last night I saw myself
But it wasn't me
It felt like me, it smelt like me.
I looked in the mirror and what did I see
I saw my ancestors calling out my name
They said, child, don't you know
How we struggled
And I could see the pain and the tears in their eyes
That's when I realized
That their struggle was still mine
And I could not rest inside

So now I sit and gather my thoughts
My purpose is known
The struggle is on
I challenge you to take a part
To touch a heart
Touch a mind
Become one, intertwine
Let them all know
Hell no, we won't go
Quietly
Our spirit on fire
And you see
Before I burn up inside
I'll set mine free
and tell them all why my ancestors died

Last night I saw myself
And it was me
I had passed on
And now my spirit sings this song.




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