I saw my own brother put outsiders before tree
I learned real young no one shares my loyalty
My mom was the only one who spoke my language
The only one who understood when words failed fit;
Eighty-ninth reason why I love God so much
He showed me the humanity in my family
I learned before the chance of calamity
To accept people for who they are
Not who I want them to be
Regardless of a title
We pour only for full cycle
Emptying is not thriving
Full exchange is reliable
Knitted by blood;
This garment is inimitable
To belong to a tribe,
By wound, they’re admissible
I’ll take the walk alone
Crowds can’t transform what’s miserable
