The Seven Principles Of Kwanzaa (12-26-24-01-01-25)

Each of the days of the celebration is dedicated to one of the seven principles of Kwanzaa

There also are seven symbols of Kwanzaa holiday, there is fruits (organic) you have the vegetables (organic) and nuts, a straw mat, I use Kente Cloth mat, the candleholder, an ear of corn (maize), homemade gifts, a communal cup, which signifies unity, and more importantly, the seven candles in the African traditional colors of red, green, and black, symbolizing the seven principles.

I will be posting my daily mantras or incantations throughout the duration.

The Order of Lighting Kwanzaa Candles (2024-2025)

Umoja (Unity) – The black candle located in the center of the kinara is lit first on December 26th. It represents the foundational principle of unity, emphasizing the importance of coming together as a community.
Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) – On December 27th, the first red candle to the left of the black candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of self-determination, encouraging individuals to strive for independence and define their own path.
Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility) –On December 28th, the first green candle to the right of the black candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of collective work and responsibility, highlighting the importance of collaboration and working together for the betterment of the community.
Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) –On December 29th, the second red candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of cooperative economics, urging individuals to support and build prosperous businesses and institutions within their community.
Nia (Purpose) –On December 30th, the second green candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of purpose, encouraging individuals to set and pursue meaningful goals for themselves and their community.
Kuumba (Creativity) –On December 31st, the third red candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of creativity, inspiring individuals to use their imagination and skills to create positive and impactful change.
Imani (Faith) –On January 1st, the third and final green candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of faith, encouraging individuals to believe in themselves, their community, and the possibility of a better future.
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Umoja (Unity)

The black candle located in the center of the kinara is lit first on December 26th. It represents the foundational principle of unity, emphasizing the importance of coming together as a community.

Finding The Serenity Within

For every hand I have held for every breath my care has seen in my time to be
May it always have been helpful to that woman, man, or child to the next elevation of their spiritual journey
I have raised awareness the voice of my concern for my love of my charities
Thank you to the will of Allah for allowing me to assist daily the ones who would like to do, but life
survival must come first
No money, no offerings, but sometimes the wind consoles within the sound of cheerful mirth
Therefore, please give to the faithful, to the ones who could, to the ones who give smiles of comfort, to uplift someone’s worth
In Umoja the principles are within the community to share
Kindness is easy, yet, before we can tear others down, our own house has already crumple
Be the navigator, whereas, in your own life you will never stumble
If you do, so what, get back up
Uphold your head high, do not succumb to eternal conflict within self, keep your temple pure, good thoughts, negate grave energy, and softy sip from your own Sacred Holy Grail Cup

If you ask me to, I would
I am the type of woman, and yes you could
Of course I will wipe your eyes, and help you to get off your knees
We are about ready to walk over the threshold of another year, hopefully, what once was, shall become again
As living among society will need stability in our life and unity, do not make your life a living sin
I say that in respect of meaning, no bitterness, no resentment, no jealousy
Always remember to say, thank you, and please’

The step upon my journey in my life’s path I have regrets
In the state of grace, I bowed, I lifted my eyes to the skies and asked my Creator, what’s next
Life is too short and hanging on borrowed time
Try as you can, know what importance is, it is the gift from the divine

This beautiful world is vast, with different races
So many faces
It feels like mental utopia when you meet and greet in faraway gathering places
Intellectual human beings beguiling you with caressing dialects
Well of course, if you can make my chocolate melt
As we sit and discuss uniting and bringing our melaninated hues together
Give me a sign I will hold it high
Your eyes in shock to read the word, be peaceful, and a bullhorn, I will bridge hands, wherever you stand
To be in sync with self, you tend to sway in the wind

Seeing cultures, bow in grace to those traditions that make future generations grand
May the seeds of companion be planted in Mother Nature fertile land
Unite as one soul blending and infusing the Pineal Gland with perceptions in one single cell
Universal love from mortals you can never tell
I have found my key to life to bestow humbling grace, a mentality configurated since my first word was, let’s do this
Learning for me has been life’s greatest bliss

Knowledge and Power are the doorway to the subconscious, elevating that dopamine in the divine mist
Eash second on the clock is for better chances
Mmm.. soft and candlelight romances
Searching for the divine oath, written across the majestic sky
You must honor your heart, and allow your mind to soar for lessons to abet the soul once the spirit flies

Kujichagulia (Self-Determination) – On December 27th, the first red candle to the left of the black candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of self-determination, encouraging individuals to strive for independence and define their own path.

You'll light the black candle and the far left red candle.

We celebrate in offering unto the ancestral spirituals of past, present and generation the future with the respect to walk and uphold the principles of determination, within that right of self to be mindful and respectful of others.

My Ancestral Dreamweavers

Words of disfranchise weighs heavy upon war torn lands  
No time in life to point daggers where united souls must come to stand      
King and Queens with thrones as a sense of honor we must atone      
The reflection of disunity in the mirror is yours alone      
   
Uplift the burdens of your cause, give it purpose, make it shine      
You have yours I have mine      
My destiny has been ordained by the alliance of women by divine      
I am the bearer, my womb is to give life        
And to be a sacred helpmeet unto man to orate generations from his roaring loins as I become his wife    
     
I am the neck you cannot turn without the feminism intelligence as being the head  
Words to teach, reach, or preach is what needs to be heard after it’s all done and said      
There are too many who have a foot on society’s necks      
Wolf in sheep's clothing with revolutionary agendas I hear at best      
Now place your name on a foundation, volunteer your time in its cause, or invest
If not, step aside so I can continue to hold broken souls, dry eyes from burdensome they have wept  
I do not stand in the synagogue of darkness and profess the light of the truth
The winds know the fossils of my time and upon its breeze, I stand with the most revered soothing hues

You cannot marginalize what your intellect will never come to understand or try to dissect the morality of the mind
When you peep inside you just might come to fine
We are not from the same origin, and not the same kind
Some is of the Kente Cloth, and some on flaming blankets of dusk living on borrowed time
     
If you have not dug your hands deep in foreign lands      
Felt the pain seeping from crackled terrain, or have studied the history of man
Written before taken your first breath by the rulers of the sand
Have heard the cry of blood, sweat, and tears      
Who he speaks quiet in his oration can move mountains without the capitalization of fears        
Embedding the cognizance thinkers with articles of the Constitution      
Have you taken a stance on the revelations or marched for its unfair contributions
If all your narrow eyes see is the dissection of your own none and voided history, it makes it much easier in ignorance to forsake others
What God put together no man can asunder
The guidance of our ancestors is our mothers
And the land we draw resources from is our fathers      
     
Why are you upon the shores, giving less than providing more      
Words are a means of false vanity once they pour        
Actions have always spoken louder than idle words      
Without a ship to sail or an able body at the helm      
It will always be the true calling of one’s existence of undocumented narratives of history, denying us, and illuminating from the Crows of Jim    
     
Within my presence as I stand is to heal, by compassion, by actions, or by the laws of my degrees      
Phrases have never defined the source of endeavors or the minds I attempt to spiritually or economically feed      
Or my political agendas, my saucy cravings, or the tastes of my mmm.. or my ahhs… my written tease to mentally please        
Variations of beautiful skin tones prosperous of wonders from day until the calling  of midnight      
I do not have a gavel in my hand, incarceration man by time, patting you down, my cosmic observations is not your plight      
     
Admiration comes henceforth for some with no recognition and a closed mouth      
Take my baton my sista, my brother as I pass it to you and make it fly, run with it, give it clout      
The agony of disparity the streets cries, the next generation we must reward, we’re  losing the battle from the North, East, West, and the South        
Education of lineage, we must tell of the struggles, donations we repay with truth is what this world is all about        
Queens' uplift      
Be thy King’s keeper      
In the midst of the garden, there still remains, riddled Intellects to dishearten
Who I will always call mindless sleepers

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Kente cloth is historically associated with the Asante Empire (also spelled Ashanti), a political state that began in the late 17th century in what is today the
West African country of Ghana.

Kente is a meaningful sartorial device, as every aspect of its aesthetic design is intended as communication.

The colors of the cloth each hold symbolism: gold = status/serenity, yellow = fertility, green = renewal, blue = pure spirit/harmony, red = passion, black = union with ancestors/spiritual awareness.

Ujima (Collective Work and Responsibility) –On December 28th, the first green candle to the right of the black candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of collective work and responsibility, highlighting the importance of collaboration and working together for the betterment of the community.
On the third day of Kwanzaa, you light the first green candle to the immediate right of the black candle.


The Faith Of Self Is To Believe Unseen And In Others

A trip beyond the stars to elsewhere  
No frivolous cares
Everyone is treated fair
Emotions given, emotions received
Hearts do not have to bleed to feel complete of its need
No words, the eyes tell it all
The window to glimpse the soul rather we stand, sit, or fall

An embedded arrow from handsome Cupid’s bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whoever the receiver, hushed ecstasy, rapture, make me a believer
Those piercing arrows make the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions one must endure

My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, yet it’s time to rise from this musical rooted chair
No more partaking in truth or dare
As living life on a wing and a prayer
Stand tall as I should, would, or ever could

I’m young and a sexy Nurse
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased for what’s its worth
In Heaven and on Earth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that define me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blend as I flee
Whistling echoes as I pass the towering tress

Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft skin
The aura of me, no beginning or end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
Jump, run, hop, or skip, I’m free, as I enjoy a rainbow slide

I shall grant myself the knowledge I could now understand
Wisdom as I take an unwavering stance
Serenity of my psyche to enjoy my own lyrical dance
Love thyself, God what a constellational romance

This is the look after you have hosted you first Kwanzaa gathering of twenty friends and the Kwanzaa festivities are beautifully welcomed and catering buffet food, was soulful, a nice spread, it turned out great.

Ujamaa (Cooperative Economics) –On December 29th, the second red candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of cooperative economics, urging individuals to support and build prosperous businesses and institutions within their community.

The Red candle is ceremonially lit in its fourth day honor

Ujamaa (Cooperative economics) This gathering of intellect to foster unity within the community. This movement is similar in comparison to Ujima, this belief is in regard to uplifting your community economically.

Light up the previous candles once again on the fourth Kwanzaa night then the second candle from the utmost left position (red) is lit. It denotes the principal of cooperative economics

To practice any Kwanzaa celebration in its truest form any decorative table should contain the seven elements

Mazao (the crops)
Mkeka (the mat)
Muhindi (the corn)
Mishumaa Saba (the seven candles)
Kikombe Cha Umoja (the unity cup)
Zawadi (the gifts)

Meet My Divine Soul In Heaven

In my pilgrimage as caged minds unfurl    
Upright in peace crucified of its lashing words        
My ancestral rite of passage I crossed over to gain wisdom found not      
of this time      
Spoken to the earth of whispered sacred benedictions of the sublime      
Hearts dancing in rejoice to have the sanction of Creole dialect      
wisdom of the wise      
To give unto ancient sovereign, my King, this woman’s worth entwined      
of universal beliefs from sundown to sunrise    

Preordained upon conception of birth, to be his help meet
Sultriness in the touch, swords lifted to fool the enemy upon the greet    
The Queen to stand by his side, curtsey in the midst of storms      
Uplift his temple, to keep him upright on his feet, his sheets warm          
Sacredness in the sound of his persona, the strength to uphold the      
royal lineage of God’s man      
His voice to soothe, coax when locked minds are in quietude      
Tranquil sensations to harvest my land      
Intellectual in mutuality, where we lay, stand      
   
In the beauty of universal sorrow allow the strength of woman’s tears to softly flow      
Allow her femininity to bend in truth, sway in wisdom depending on the way the wind blows      
When hearts and minds cannot attune to each other’s pulsating sound      
Strength, compassion, radiating from the crest of my crown      
Tribunal of honor as man takes a kneel      
For the love of himself, her, his oath given unto others keeps those seven seals concealed      
   
Biblical in the dialect his speech      
When hearts aflame, his words can cross vast seas, air, untilled terrain      
Intellectual Holy Oil once temples reached      
To the glory of his wool mane, every strand, to sustain in strife from      
systematic pelting rain      
Bathing his weary conscious, the morality of his integrity concealing his pain      
Stone rolled back, let the vows of kindness be from the mirrored cross he bears to command      

My Ankh, my moon unto mercy when my light is obscured from the distance of a heart    
What is first, shall be last, shall reign again, the letters of Egypt written as a beautiful work of art      
In life, it is better to have lineage as your guide from the generations' oath that gives your soul the apperception of self-preservation, were the ID, Ego and the Super Ego collides    
Phantom wishes, dualities of the mind when blasphemy backsides      
Who is found to be masked in the morning as the bird larks      
Mutters of discord has already lost its way in the dark      
   
Console my Chi Mother Earth      
Encased me, I cometh from the passage of darkness with knowledge as the      
beginning of my creation      
Sustain my womanly worth      
To my womb great nations shall come forth to uphold old nations,      
giving it a prosperous rebirth
Pillars of strength in the pedigree from the willowing strands of my hair            
Unchangeable from West Africa my spirit roams to the tree of life in Proverbs            
sanctified whispers in the wind, embedded of greatness in the soils of, Kenya, Tanzania, and Zaire      

My third eye to see the incoming destruction, carnage, acropolis,      
Armageddon’s doom      
Last voice blessed to inhaled Psalms 23 exhaled in the balance of      
life and death dust to dust, the spirit, universal slowly consumes          
Life has passed one second and not a minute past too soon      
Resurrection by the stripes He felt      
Epigrams of theology words, we carry once knelt
The voyages in our past we have beautifully sojourned
Lifetimes, dimensions, in the discovery once again blending, the past, presence, we learn

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Nia (Purpose)

Nia (pronounced “NEE-ah”), which means “purpose,” it is the fifth principle of Kwanzaa

Nia is beautifully configured for the fifth day of Kwanzaa.

On this wonderous day of celebrating Kwanzaa, you give thanks for those who have journeyed before our footstep were blessed. Within ourselves finding and maintaining the true meaning of our spiritual wealth and the understanding the purpose of our existence.

You will light the black candle first, then the three red candles, moving from left to right and the green candle beside the black candle

Purple Reign

Oh, how I wish it would rain
These are the times, when life has the meaning to wash away the calling of stigmatic’s pain
Somewhere I lost my self in the depth of that beautiful ocean  
Only to be reborn again standing against the shore onto myself, reflective in its true devotion  
The pulsate of the heart, found to connect mind to soul, trifold in the meaning of a beautiful piece of art  
Unto man, he shall cleave until the thunder of Earth  
Unto the woman, who bears the comfort of his loins who shares the love of his mind and take refuge in his worth  
 
Within the pulsation element of our wondrous being  
Until the skies, let it always remain true, even in the amiss, allow solitude of the intellect to ring  
I hear the soft winds, they cry out for me  
The earth cuddles my soul as sirens embrace my footprints upon the sands that leads me to the high seas  
The water of purification has cleansed the core of my mind  
Forsaken others to journey to the road of enlightenment, we must leave others behind  
Something greater, something higher, there is always honor in silence    
The incantation of my Chakras tells my sacred temple I must leant, I must do  
When you have to make choices as to breathe or live off the land, deemed more important than dinning of non-spiritual food  

Is it that moment of epiphany found in humans to become our greatest awakening, yet, our greatest sin  
The sweetest curse, undulated passion, when easing in the passage of glorification, once inside, lost in the exchanging of souls, again, and again  
Where are your roots, have you cut down your own trees  
Refusing to sow your own seeds  
To watch the development of your earthy growth  
Ask yourself, what do offer as you stand on soil, what is your potential, do you stay, do you ask of yourself more as you flow    
Do I close the door to reality only the Heavens truly knows  

I have conjured myself in the darkness of my own midst  
Lost my soul in the ocean of the depth of abyss  
Engulfed the ancient secrets not here today, now I have to ask of self, it appears,
I am my own friend shared to the word to heal, at best dry tears
Never to become a burdensome to myself, where my heart, I cannot to bear
I uphold a light, cross, correction
My Ankh, it keeps my mind saturated with divine notations when knowledge is flowing at best

I love to allow a Hebrew King to keep it easy to ease into, yet
It's the best feeling felt  
Missed when those soft vowels rest, and no hard Contenant are page blending
Keeping him wet, his heart I am sending
Have you ever witnessed Knowledge and Wisdom soaring
Love notes, my moans, groans, his psyche stimulation
Got me near telling the secret to world happiness, your kisses onto my skin just a pouring

Opening new eyes as I reap the fruits of my labor, where my passion to live, my journey, follow that star as I sing  
Never forget, in life, even the meek must watch out for the Bee stings  
The darker the berry the sweeter the juices, makes this a Honey Queen  
Have the world become color blinded in a fairytale of make believe  
Last night I knelt on my knees  

Father, can you hear, I need you grace today  
I am down here praying for the one, who think they have run out of words to say  
I need your compassion, we all need your understand during trying debauchery, scene of unforgivable crimes  
We’re all trying to find of peace, before our existence run out of breath as the sands of time  


Assalam Alaikum

Kuumba (Creativity) –On December 31st, the third red candle is lit. This candle represents the principle of creativity, inspiring individuals to use their imagination and skills to create positive and impactful change.

The Gateway To The Heart Is Found In The Creativity Of The Mind

To have creativity is a state of mind you must bring into the light of its glory. This goes to say, there are various way to make money in the boardroom, as well as on the internet, you just have to find your niche and find what works for you in generating money.

You can blog for a second income, write for commercial. And some of the company portfolios, their underwriting of their company’s policies, if you are a serious writer and have not tasted that limelight of the New York Best Seller List, then you have Kindle, you set your own price when selling you book, make sure you always read before, entering your name or electronic signature when is has any bearing on publishing/self-publishing, make sure you know the service they publishing company is offering; marketing, advertising, editing, promoting, and assisting you with a website where you can sell your works of art online.

You can make Tee-shirts, and sell them online, all it takes is perseverance, and some adverting products are always great to enhance your business and uphold it principles thought advertising.

Whatever your passion is rather you paint, draw, sing, dance, if you are affiliated with the much obscured religion; tarot reader, psyche reader, palmistry, make sure you channel it to draw upon your positive energy when you are manifesting the dreams in reality, and I bless you in virtual.

The creativity I long for is designing clothes on a sewing machine, if anyone has such a passion, you are blessed beyond compare, it’s h as the feeling of being able to make your own creation out of fabric, priceless in admiration.

Therefore, if you have been sitting on a idea and in the back of your mind, you know it would work, by all means, see it through, what do you have to lose, and time waits for no more, utilize to your advantage, that is why it is here for you.

I challenge you to make something for yourself, when was the last time you colored in a coloring book with some Crayola crayons, I asked that to see you enjoy the stage of your mentally, it is a development of the mind, that has allowed us to feel beautiful within, try it, and see what colors inspire your thought process to bring that picture together, and stay within the lines, just a way to keep that connection to yourself to know we all progress through life going forward, we all age one day at a time, in the mercy of that given, we our concepts only becomes wiser when utilizing them or learning from them.

I love the creativity of graffiti, whoever hands can make a mural, I bow to you in visual gratitude for allowing me to share your vision through your eyes,

A new year is approaching, find a project if it is really good, patient it, registered, or trademark, and not to forge copyright.

You must rally for your own creativity when you think about taking it even higher, publishing or self-publishing, know your genre and research your audience your fan base, and put your creativity out there, clear the path to your own success when it comes to writing, or any paid assignment you may solicit, and yes, those assignment pays, well.

I know several writers/published authors become voice over, narrating audio book.

I hope on this day, of celebrating creativity, you will give your earthly lifetime to evolve into something the world my need, and mankind may want, much success to go fot neglected works of art... no go and win that Pulitzer Price.
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A great ideal, you can buy cheap wholesale on sites like Temu, Amazon, rent you some space at a Flea Market to sell your merchandise, becoming your own creative entrepreneur.
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Have fun with yourself and adopt those insights, and may it keep you healthy in thought and forever young.


Happy New Years to you and yours, and whatever you do continue with your craft, passion, hobby.

Until our souls stop to rest within Mother Nature's solitude, as we converse upon her wonders, stay bold, stay beautiful, and just be you.


SKC, Interim DON, APRN

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Imani

Imani (Faith) –On January 1st, the third and final green candle is lit. It symbolizes the principle of faith, encouraging individuals to believe in themselves, their community, and the possibility of a better future.
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Know Thyself, first

Louisiana with a Haitian French Creole twist  
Feeling in the mood for a little generational reminisce    
New Orleans on my mind  
It’s time, I relax, wine, and dine    
The soothing sounds of the Jazz Clubs    
A city of my embedded history I have so much love    
Creole and Cajun food, the various articulated accents    
A true homecoming to hear stories of old with kinfolks, always well spent    
Hear me talk, Haitian Creole Yat, combined with an Eastern enunciation twine    
Years trying to bury, I tell you no hidden lies    
Linguistics diversified    
Talking to patients, with listening intentions in their eyes    
soothing intellect to calm or having you believe you can fly
Glimpsing the raised eyebrows expressions in their which hued upon the heart I rest upon, I come to soothe, my infinity my felinity, and my femineity  telling them the scared portal to life and its glories whys
Butter Rum skin tone, doesn’t match the deep southern-rooted, sexy Haitian in disguise    
Engaging voice by a profession, healing decree by foretold choice    
Something I’m proud of when conversing, as my ancestors in their graves rejoice    
Wine, pleasure seeking, you hear that twine, it tends to roll out    
No resentments to adhere, or lingering doubts    
Muscular eyes popping open, inquiries as to what language is spoken    
Entwined Haitian Creole and my French tongue, seductive once slipped and awoken    
My native dialect, east coast flair, merged into one    
My family’s generational homebound of nationality has been proudly won    
Wealth of history snatched by French designs    
Moorish Forbearer, Lineage, Ancestral to stand, questioned by the tormentor’s whips and lies    
Nubian Queen? You damn straight    
Times such as this, pride refuse to wait    

My lineage is not open for debate    
Or words of my doctrines to rate    
French stole, Spaniard claimed it, here today, it’s just too late    
For the history that runs through my veins    
My creed, my presence is all of me who walk my pilgrimage to remain    
Hispaniola Saint-Domingue    
Coffee and Sugar Cane    
Sweltering heat, no rest or shelter in the pouring rain    
Code Noir    
Cries from the cotton fields no more    
French Revolution    
Freedom was the ultimate solution    
My ancestral broken chains, their civil resolution    
Blood on hands from plantation retribution    
No forefather’s ablution    
Given a one fifth citizenship, documented in the Constitution    
Sins of the forefathers, medication now controlling their children’s mental pollution    
Queen of Queens, yes within my birthright    
However, embezzled legacy from the French Rulers in dawn’s early light    
Give me Liberty or Give me Death    
The fate of my lineage, scars of whips, to give other countries their treasured wealth    
Fleets of ships that sailed    
Bodies dropping like heads or tails    
Breathing Heads accounted to live    
Expired Tails, a sea coffin, no free labor to give    
A Mambo Asogwe of Haiti, village Appointee    
Healing from the element laws of spiritual degrees    
Oh yes, part of the seeds of my heredity    
Practiced in colonized solidarity, now an adopted creed    

I may have to brush up on my French very soon    
Two-sided dialogue in attendance, under one roof, is like a mental trip to the moon    
A tale of two cities will soon meet trifold    
Haitian French    
Mulatto Parentages    
Haitian Creole    
Everlasting Kingdoms of warriors, carnage from royal, no longer roaming souls    
From the Native Islands to the Louisiana Bayous, to the East Coast spiritual advisers to console    
This is the introverted reason why I have adopted universal love    
To collapse the invisible restraints of detestation God has stored in me from above    
It never hurts with a touch of Love and Hugs