seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from China
seen from South Korea
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
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seen from T1
seen from Colombia
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seen from China
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Born into war, but I learned to march through it. ๐ช๐ฅ๐จ๐พโ๐พ๐ฉ๐พโ๐พ
Every seed, every step, every breath is resistance.
We donโt escape the systemโwe outgrow it.
#LeftRightLeftRight #GrowInFormation #UjamaaInMotion
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Mama Earth Said-
Can I live?
Why have you forsaken me.
My child.
Why!?
Haven't I given everything?
Freely.
I fed you.
I clothed you.
I housed you.
Mama gotta have a life too.
Can I live?
-DocDidit 2026
#Poetry
A stones throw from the Gold Coast
We just call it Da Land
#CabriniGreen #NationalPoetryMonth
โNever to forget where we came from and always praise the bridges that carried us over.โ
I don't live on the land or off the land.
I LIVE WITH THE LAND.
We are kin.
She is my ancestor.
My relative.
My teacher.
#AncestralIntelligence
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A system keeps its power as long as people depend on it. The moment communities can meet needs through their own coordination, control shifts.
Across red brick courtyards,
sunlight echoes.
Generations gather,
red bricks hold their echoes.
Footsteps linger,
red courtyards frame frescoes.
Time circles back,
red bricks repeat its echoes.
#MyFavoritePoemOf2025
#IStillWriteIRarelyShareThem
Across red brick courtyards sunlight echoes.
Generations gather, red bricks hold their echoes.
Footsteps linger, red courtyards frame fresco.
Time circles back, red bricks repeat its echo.
