To the Ones Who Don’t Know Yet
You walk freely now. You speak boldly, scroll endlessly, move through spaces your ancestors could only imagine—or were never allowed to enter.
You don’t carry the same fear in your bones. And thank God for that. But don’t let the freedom fool you.
Because the ground beneath your feet wasn’t always paved. It was clawed through. Wept over. Paid for in dignity withheld, opportunities stolen, and names that were never known outside of whispered prayers.
The freedom you take for granted is not accidental. It is inheritance. And it was expensive.
Some never owned land, but they staked a claim in you. Some never finished school, but passed down a hunger to know. Some never saw justice, but believed in it anyway. Some never got free—but they freed you.
So walk carefully. And walk boldly. Not in guilt—but in gratitude. Not with shame—but with sacred responsibility.
Because if you’re wondering why it feels like you were born for more, why your soul stirs when you hear the word justice, why your heart breaks when you see someone silenced or overlooked—
It’s because you were born to finish what they began.
Honor them by remembering. Honor them by rising. Honor them by refusing to waste what they never got to hold.
You may not know their names. But you carry their face. And now that you know, may you wear it with fire, with grace, and with purpose.
Remember who you are. And remember who paid for you to be able to forget.
Silent Sentinel
“The watchman has spoken. Let the sleeper awaken.”
Clarity is the beginning of resistance.
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