Bayete

So stand tall, not because you are greater,but because you are the bridge.You are the breath of those who couldn’t breathe,the song of those who were silenced,and the living proof that the fire was never put out—it was only waiting for you to exhale.

The soil does not forget the feet that danced upon it,nor the blood that watered the valleys before the maps were drawn.When we say Bayete , we are not just speaking to a man;we are calling out to the mountain,to the thunder that sleeps in the chest of the warrior,and the silence of the mothers who wove the stars into our skin. Bayete

We carry a lineage of lions in a world of fences.But a fence cannot stop the sun from rising,and a cage cannot quiet the rhythm of a heartthat beats in sync with the drums of the ancestors. So stand tall, not because you are greater,but

To be royal is not to sit above the dust,but to be the one who holds the dust together when the wind rises.It is the understanding that your shadowis long enough to shelter those you will never meet. To be royal is not to sit above