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Rich and beautiful images capitalizing off the emotional connection our soul makes with the village. Potent and impoverished Polite and punishing Our people pressing back and forward towards a purpose predestined before the seed was materialized that pushes the ghetto rose through the cracks in the concrete. Love can be seen in this picture of us. This is us who came to this new world in chains dreaming of home forced to make peace with pain. This is us playing hop scotch ,jumping rope, and shooting hoop’s. This you praying that hope doesn’t dissipate and your dreams don’t disappear to the disappointments of what life is like growing up on this block. This is you. The village – Eric Haylock

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the essence of her crown ~ poem

I appropriately honor her essence
Her presence is heavy like a crown
She reflects Elohim
We esteem her message
Her magnificent beauty is profound
Her strength is majestic
Our eyes digest impressive curves that almost can’t be verbally expressed through sound
So we pay homage to your glory
Sing your story although we expound so poorly
Sometimes I feel like we let you down
I appreciate your patience
We deviate from the ancient peace
As royal priest I carry your grief
And vow that your feet never touch the ground

Champion poem (continued)

I place all hope in Christ

But I can no longer cope

With the political hypocrisy

Listen we are all soldiers on a mission, but is your vision Divine or are you aligned with this system

Do you choose to lift the plight off the victim

Or do you refuse to fight the strife caused fromPoverty?

My apologies to the youth

Who are trying to decipher the truth

In this repugnant republic

And broke democracy

Most of your leaders are puppets

What they propagate is a joke

They promote the vote for the monopoly

But you belong to perfection

Truth used to receive such a warm reception

Now it’s getting colder

You gotta be in tune to receive HIS direction

Yes I’m a soldier Who’s probably been inconsistent Sometimes I lack faith

But I learn patience from the pain When I loose

I gained a lot of jewel’s now that I’m older…

Champion Rebirth of a warrior ~ poem

…may the scriptures be the adventure

That you so courageously explore

I know the weight of the burden

That is on top of you

But no obstacle is impossible

Although the enemy would convince you

That success is improbable

But Congratulations

For you are blessed victory is quite literally

already yours He’s just the master of manipulation

He wants to confine your dreams see How he uses exaggeration

Your destined to design dynasties

Called to create civilizations

We were told we are insane

Not for our capacity to cope

But for how we so desperately clung to the

Hope of the believer

We overcame the tragedy and vicious treachery

Of the overseer

And you still want More of a explanation

Of why when our cry’s for justice were made quiet

We lit fires at riots

Like night vigils

Sung Hebrew spirituals as lamentations…