Philly holds me. Rest is refusal. Memory is muscle.
I trace what’s lived~what lingers, what demands witness.
To the Aztec, whose temples touched the sun.
To the Lenape, whose spirit still walks Philly’s rivers.
To the dancers at Seeds Pow Wow, whose feet drum the earth awake.
Today we honor truth, survival, and joy.
The land remembers. The people rise.
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To the Aztec, whose temples touched the sun.
To the Lenape, whose spirit still walks Philly’s rivers.
To the dancers at Seeds Pow Wow, whose feet drum the earth awake.
Today we honor truth, survival, and joy.
The land remembers. The people rise.
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