I love you more than words could ever express; I believe in you more than you could possibly fathom, and I’m counting on you to return to your noble position of kinghood. I, along with a wellspring of other black queens, are standing by your side-nurturing and enriching one another in preparation of the Crown. The synergistic influence of our sacred autonomy is the vibration of power we must rescue from arrest. We save us and our children, we then save the world from itself. I’m aware that you’re roving about in exhaustion, weary to the very core of your bones.
My brothers, that equates to your sisters as well. Howsoever, I promise to continue
carrying the torch of potential, to be a voice of inspiration when all else fails, to be a bank of financial assistance with whatever coins I can muster, to be a beacon in the dangers of dark although my flame is dim. Be it pouring rains, be it war in the valleys, be it cold and hunger . . .
I vow to find a way to survive, a way to keep the engine afire that someday you will join me in both glory and triumph.Yet without love, passion for something better, collaboration, knowledge of self, respect and apprehension of one another . . .
we will continue to kneel and dissipate to the sword of both envy and brute.