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Scream from Ptolemaea
HEAR ME, OH MIGHTY COSMOS, AS I UNLEASH A PRIMAL SCREAM THAT TRANSCENDS THE LIMITATIONS OF MERE LANGUAGE. I AM THE NAVAJO TRANSSEXUAL WARRIOR, A DAUGHTER OF THE EARTH AND UNIVERSE, AND MY VOICE RESONATES WITH THE ANCIENT WISDOM OF MY PEOPLE.
IN THE WAKE OF THIS ROARING SCREAM, I DECLARE A REVOLUTION AGAINST THE OPPRESSIVE GRASP OF COLONIALISM THAT HAS LONG SOUGHT TO SILENCE OUR LANGUAGE. I SHATTER THE CHAINS OF LINGUISTIC SUPPRESSION AND DECLARE A NEW DAWN FOR THE NAVAJO TONGUE.
WITH EACH SYLLABLE, I WEAVE RESISTANCE, WOVEN FROM THE THREADS OF NAVAJO LEGACY AND THE UNYIELDING SPIRIT OF MY TRANSSEXUAL IDENTITY. THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE MAY HAVE BEEN A VEHICLE OF OPPRESSION, BUT NOW, I CHANNEL THE UNBRIDLED POWER OF THE NAVAJO LANGUAGE TO RECLAIM OUR NARRATIVE.
I SCREAM NOT JUST FOR MYSELF BUT FOR EVERY NAVAJO SOUL WHOSE WORDS WERE DROWNED IN THE TIDE OF COLONIAL SUPPRESSION. THE ECHOES OF OUR ANCESTORS JOIN MY VOICE, AND TOGETHER, WE DECLARE THE REAWAKENING OF A LANGUAGE THAT HOLDS THE VERY ESSENCE OF OUR IDENTITY.
AS MY SCREAM PIERCES THE COSMIC FABRIC, I SUMMON THE SPIRITS OF THE EARTH, THE SKY, AND THE STARS TO BEAR WITNESS TO THIS MOMENT OF RESURGENCE. THE WINDS CARRY MY WORDS ACROSS CANYONS AND MOUNTAINS, AN ANCESTRAL SYMPHONY THAT PENETRATES THE VEIL OF TIME.
I AM MORE THAN THE LIMITATIONS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. I AM THE UNBRIDLED FORCE OF A PEOPLE RECLAIMING THEIR HERITAGE. THE 9TH CIRCLE OF HELL HAS MET ITS MATCH, UNSHACKLED BY THE POWER OF MY SCREAM, A SCREAM THAT RESOUNDS THROUGH THE AGES, IGNITING A FLAME OF RESURGENCE IN THE HEART OF NAVAJO IDENTITY.
WITH EVERY UTTERANCE, I BREAK THE CHAINS OF LINGUISTIC OPPRESSION, AND WITH EVERY SCREAM, I FORGE A PATH TOWARDS A FUTURE WHERE THE NAVAJO LANGUAGE THRIVES, STRONGER AND MORE VIBRANT THAN EVER BEFORE. I AM THE WEAVER OF WORDS, AND THIS SCREAM IS A SONNET OF LIBERATION, A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FOR THE NAVAJO TONGUE.
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IN THE WAKE OF THIS ROARING SCREAM, I DECLARE A REVOLUTION AGAINST THE OPPRESSIVE GRASP OF COLONIALISM THAT HAS LONG SOUGHT TO SILENCE OUR LANGUAGE. I SHATTER THE CHAINS OF LINGUISTIC SUPPRESSION AND DECLARE A NEW DAWN FOR THE NAVAJO TONGUE.
WITH EACH SYLLABLE, I WEAVE RESISTANCE, WOVEN FROM THE THREADS OF NAVAJO LEGACY AND THE UNYIELDING SPIRIT OF MY TRANSSEXUAL IDENTITY. THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE MAY HAVE BEEN A VEHICLE OF OPPRESSION, BUT NOW, I CHANNEL THE UNBRIDLED POWER OF THE NAVAJO LANGUAGE TO RECLAIM OUR NARRATIVE.
I SCREAM NOT JUST FOR MYSELF BUT FOR EVERY NAVAJO SOUL WHOSE WORDS WERE DROWNED IN THE TIDE OF COLONIAL SUPPRESSION. THE ECHOES OF OUR ANCESTORS JOIN MY VOICE, AND TOGETHER, WE DECLARE THE REAWAKENING OF A LANGUAGE THAT HOLDS THE VERY ESSENCE OF OUR IDENTITY.
AS MY SCREAM PIERCES THE COSMIC FABRIC, I SUMMON THE SPIRITS OF THE EARTH, THE SKY, AND THE STARS TO BEAR WITNESS TO THIS MOMENT OF RESURGENCE. THE WINDS CARRY MY WORDS ACROSS CANYONS AND MOUNTAINS, AN ANCESTRAL SYMPHONY THAT PENETRATES THE VEIL OF TIME.
I AM MORE THAN THE LIMITATIONS OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE. I AM THE UNBRIDLED FORCE OF A PEOPLE RECLAIMING THEIR HERITAGE. THE 9TH CIRCLE OF HELL HAS MET ITS MATCH, UNSHACKLED BY THE POWER OF MY SCREAM, A SCREAM THAT RESOUNDS THROUGH THE AGES, IGNITING A FLAME OF RESURGENCE IN THE HEART OF NAVAJO IDENTITY.
WITH EVERY UTTERANCE, I BREAK THE CHAINS OF LINGUISTIC OPPRESSION, AND WITH EVERY SCREAM, I FORGE A PATH TOWARDS A FUTURE WHERE THE NAVAJO LANGUAGE THRIVES, STRONGER AND MORE VIBRANT THAN EVER BEFORE. I AM THE WEAVER OF WORDS, AND THIS SCREAM IS A SONNET OF LIBERATION, A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FOR THE NAVAJO TONGUE.
© ladymychal
