Today starts our weekly prompts. They will be dropped every Sunday going forward. This is to give you an example of what it would look like from week to week.

Some holidays are celebrated. Some remembered. And some force us to ask questions history never wanted to answer. This week, we’re writing from the space between fireworks and forgotten names. From between the promises America made and people it left waiting to receive them. These prompts aren’t about guilt. They’re about truth. Not to divide history but to finish telling it. ✊🏾Our 4th Ain’t Their 4th! ✍🏾Write what makes people uncomfortable enough to think. ✍🏾Write what your ancestors deserved to hear. ✍🏾Write what freedom still owes. #LoveAndLyrics #Our4thAintTheir4th #WriteTheTruth #SpokenWordCommunity #PoetryWithPurpose

Let my actions speak where my words can’t. When promises grow tired from being repeated, may my footsteps finish what my mouth began. Let my consistency be louder than my confidence. Let my compassion arrive before my explanation. I have learned that rivers never announce they are carving canyons. Trees never boast before offering shade. The sun never argues that morning is coming, it simply rises. So let me become like the seasons, changing what needs changing without asking for permission or applause. If I say I love, let my presence prove it. If I say I forgive, let my hands release what my heart has buried. If I say I believe, let my life become the evidence. For words can bloom like wildflowers in spring, yet disappear with the wind. But actions: they root themselves deep beneath the surface, growing forests long after the echoes of language have faded. So let history remember not everything I said, but everything I did. Let my actions speak where my words can’t.