Learn from Assata

For so long I thought I had to keep digging. Dig deeper. Learn more. Push further. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.

So I did.

I was digging to find the Earth’s heart. I was digging to expose something that would show me all this humanity would be worth it.

All I found were the bones of history. Death is no comfort when all you want is a purpose in life.

I forgot the point of all that digging was to plant seeds.

I feel like a traitor buying a house on stolen land. We aren’t supposed to sell the earth.

I have to find my offering to the world.