A comment was made during the conversation in the wounded Healers room today, that really brought both joy and sadness into my heart. …that we were not all free until all enslavement, modern slavery, trafficking, forced labour was ended. The prompt that followed, the prompt that singly captured my attention was “I've been on the freedom trail for a while.” I couldn't share a response in the room as I had a grandchild's birthday party to attend. So I thought I would share here, a little ginger boy's view of freedom. The bus stop refferd to in the scribble is real. I stood at it, in the rain, the night I stopped being.trafficked for sex as a child Destination Freedom. One long argument with a bus shelter Three walls of concrete, may have been tin All those angry words… bit if an old scribble Written around 1988 Came one night, late A bus stop waiting for a ride to freedom I’ve been on the freedoms trail, awhile It began at a bus stop, February 1978. Not some metaphor, I'm literal you see Trafficked for a decade, that bus stop The end of my plight was freedom for me. Words as true as her ebony and ivory keys “Freedom is no fear” I truly do believe. Sadly there is no direct bus to freedom Because nurtured fear stays in the mind Thought of words turn thoughts unkind Enslavement, trafficked, modern slavery. It's all the same to a human commodity Standing at that bus stop, was my liberty Didn't understand what had been done to me No idea a child sex slave was even a thing to be The price of ignorance was continually rising The cost to me was more than my cost The price paid for a convenient commodity Birth they say can be traumatic for some Being born again at a bus stop isn't easy Reborn with fearful recall of the previous Paid half price on the bus, I was still a child An old commodity child, of seemingly no use No idea about the global trade in children But new what's to done to things of no use I suppose I'm travelling to freedom still Freedom from ignorance, discovering truth

7/4/26 @Russ Livingston • You ever flip those landscapes 90 degrees what is the nature of my relationship with nature? • I am nature • I was 3 and I could feel the earth spinning •The Fourth of July is no friend of mine • I don't know you but welcome to the space AJ • There's an endless barrage to get spicy about • Politics of the new ownership • l've been on the freedom trail • Something comes from intention and breath • What's your relationship with nature? • I don't have too much to say but..... hello! @Michelle Cox (MydNite) • The Beauty of Nature/Nature's Memories • Colonizers, R****ng, Pillaging Nature • Back to Nature to calm us • What is your Picture of Nature • Fourth of July, Fredrick Douglas, while Slavery still exists

I speak on advocating, especially within engaging the medical profession. Unfortunately, we (people of Color, Women have been groomed and indoctrinated... Don't Question Doctors, because the patriarchy knows best... Take this, because it fits the narrative and is the best for the insurance company... Medicine is a business.... Ruled by bias and money interest... Big Pharma and corporations don't care about quality of life or care... Driven by profits and greed... Suppressing voices and new cures... Curing diseases doesn't create long term residual income. Plus, patients aren't doctors, should just tow the line... What questions would they ask anyway? Most don't read above the fifth grade level... Doctor, no disrespect to your years of education... All folks are not the same when speaking of learning, comprehension... The changes in medical protocols happen consistently. Being, super busy, seeing many people and new modalities, charting, have you kept up with new studies??... Are you aware of the bias in medicine??? The inequality, unequal treatment especially to Black folks... Were our bodies included in clinical trials??? Did you really see me, for the seven minutes of clinical engagement, writing the script without greeting the person. Why are you angry, when I ask about new treatment... Wonder why Black folks and others don't trust Doctors... We shut down, don't take prescribed medicine... You're not putting a chemo port in my chest... The test was inconclusive... Chemo is not always best, especially now... Why aren't you listening to a Black Sister that has a cure for Cancer... Oh, I see, only white males get to bring new discoveries.... This field sometimes so out of touch, let folks and doctors die... The ego, inflated because western medicine told you... Only you, Doctors, have the answers... Got ya'll thinking you're GOD!!! Lots of deaths have occurred... The arrogance have maimed many... Within the oath of do no harm.. Could have prevented the traumatic pain or psychological damage...

What can one achieve in a moment? A mouthful of mercy. A changed direction. A decision not to drown inside somebody else’s storm. I used to blow up situations like fireworks in closed rooms, too loud to hear truth, too bright to see damage. My feelings came fast, hips of hurricanes, heart full of heat, hands shaking with “don’t leave me” language. I made homes out of panic, turned silence into sirens, 🚨 turned waiting into wars, turned love into labor. Rhythms of overthinking kept drumming in my ribs: doom, bloom, assume, consume, every argument became a tomb. But healing arrived softly. Not in thunder. Not in speeches. Not in someone finally choosing me. It came when I chose myself without apology. A moment taught me I do not have to explode to prove I hurt. I can pause. Breathe through the bruise. Untie my worth from another person’s moods. Now I practice smaller reactions, gentler refrains, letting discomfort pass through without setting fire to everything. Because co-dependency is confusing rescue for romance, confusing chaos for closeness, confusing being needed with being loved. And I am learning slowly, stubbornly that peace does not abandon me, just because somebody else walks away. So when my mind starts building bombs out of misunderstandings, I whisper back to myself: Not every tremble needs to become an earthquake.

Legacy the etymology of this word... Brings into view different visions from most of us. It is nuanced, multifaceted and diverse as we explore... Family, community, spiritual, cultural history, love and even education. I grow and create with a purpose. Hoping to leave an...Impact of Legacy Really started exploring legacy during my first battle with cancer... GOD extended me a gift to write... Leaving a living legacy of good works... This was and is my hope before, being called to my final rest... I was taught the love of being in service to community. As a flawed human, I am still working towards being better. I know my life is greater than just being here and existing... Yet living, we are building and leaving our imprint... Whether this is intentional, or unconscious... Like physics teaches, for every action...there is a equal and opposite reaction. I know legacy is important... It the implications of history... The Ancestrial shoulders we stand on... Community that we build or join whether they are blood or frienships.. All of this is the bigger picture of living life.. The Impact of Legacy on everyone of us... Lyrically yours, MydNite Renaissance ❤️‍🩹