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π«ππππΈππΎππ & πΏπππΆπΈπ
Protect the kids.
Not just with locks and curfewsβ
but with truth.
With legacy.
With the kind of love that donβt flinch
when the world gets ugly.
Teach our sons:
You are the true Gods.
Not the ones in stained glass,
but the ones carved in bone and brilliance.
You are thunder wrapped in melanin.
You are the blueprint,
not the afterthought.
Have faith in yourselfβ
not in systems that fear your light.
Not in teachers who mispronounce your name
but in ancestors who whisper it
with pride.
Protect our daughters.
From the predators in polos,
from the smiles that slither,
from the silence that lets them roam.
She is a goddess.
Not a victim.
Not a prize.
She is the storm and the sanctuary.
She is the altar and the flame.
We protect her
by believing her.
By teaching her to walk like she owns the earth
because she does.
Protect the kids.
Because they are sacred.
Because they are sovereign.
Because they are ours.



Thanks
Beautiful and so apropos for these times! We must remember that all of us created in His (or Her's) Image and Likeness and are temples of the Most High. At all costs we must encourage and protect those of us who are not yet able to protect themselves less the millstone be tied around our neck and we are then thrown into the sea. "Anyone who harms any of these little ones..." - The Master