One Accord, One Breath

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Jealous eyes watching from corners they never claim,

Old heads shaking their memories like dice,

Young ones pacing with storms in their chests,

And somewhere between the two…

We keep losing pieces of each other.

I’ve seen cousins turn cold over borrowed shine,

Friends drift off because envy grew vines.

Neighborhoods humming with unspoken tension,

Every block carrying its own confession.

We laugh loud but hurt quiet,

We love deep but fight riot,

We dream big but fear trying—

And somehow call it surviving.

If we could breathe on one accord,

Move like chords in the same song,

Lift each other past the noise,

We’d find the place we all belong.

No crowns stolen, no hearts ignored—

Just one rhythm, one accord.

Jealousy…

That silent thief that creeps through generations,

Whispering that someone else’s win is your loss.

Violence…

That old ghost that keeps inheriting new faces,

Teaching children to swing before they speak.

Politics…

That maze built to confuse the very people

Who built the roads, the rhythms, the revolutions.

Black folks across oceans, across borders,

Carrying brilliance like it’s contraband,

Carrying pain like it’s a passport.

But still…

We rise in colors the world can’t dim.

Grandmothers watching news with tired eyes,

Uncles debating truth like dominoes on the table.

Young kings dodging shadows on their way to school,

Young queens learning early how to guard their glow.

We’re scattered like seeds in a storm,

But every seed still knows its name.

We’re stitched from the same thunder,

Even when we forget the pattern.

If we could breathe on one accord,

Move like chords in the same song,

Lift each other past the noise,

We’d find the place we all belong.

No crowns stolen, no hearts ignored—

Just one rhythm, one accord.

Imagine a world where we clap for each other,

Where jealousy dissolves like fog in sunlight.

Where violence loses its audience,

And politics can’t divide what love already united.

Imagine us—

Not perfect, but present.

Not broken, but building.

Not scattered, but synchronized.

Listen…

We don’t need miracles,

We need moments.

Moments where we choose peace over pride,

Truth over rumor,

Unity over ego.

We need elders who guide without bitterness,

Youth who lead without fear,

Families who heal without hiding.

We need to remember that we are

Global,

Golden,

Growing—

Even when the world tries to prune us.

One accord isn’t a fantasy.

It’s a decision.

A daily one.

A collective one.

A heartbeat we choose to share.

If we could breathe on one accord,

Move like chords in the same song,

Lift each other past the noise,

We’d find the place we all belong.

No crowns stolen, no hearts ignored—

Just one rhythm, one accord.

So here’s to the day

We stop fighting shadows

And start seeing each other.

Here’s to the day

We trade jealousy for joy,

Violence for vision,

Politics for people.

Here’s to the day

We finally move

As one accord.

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