I miss my links:

Not the
links to the chains
But the
links that were created
By the
struggles and pains,

I miss my links

Not the
links to the handcuffs
But the
links that was suppose to
bind Us together
From the
craddle to the cane,

Man I miss my links

Not the ones
that were created to
keep us enslaved
But the ones
that manifested in spirit
while we marched in the rain,

Great Spirit I miss my links

Not the ones
that kept us drowning in lies
But the ones
that open my eyes
because we came together
in that
right state of mind
Almost like we met
at the right point and time,

The links I miss
are apart of a flower
that will exist
an infinite lifetime,
Something that is
not manufactured
But made by the
hands of our Divine

Creator...
I miss my links

Because my circle
lost its links
To brothers and sisters
I came into sync
by walking this Red Road
on the brink
of the 7th generational wink,

I miss my links

Not the links
to the rings that marry us

But the lynx
that carry us through
the threshold protecting us
from all who pose a threat,

The links I miss
has many names yet
its loyal to me
and
its the same for you
but maybe you dont connect.....

By Inuk Gavilanes

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