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By Jalauna Phillips  When I think of Pawpaw, Charles, Charlie, or whoever he was to you I imagine an old oak tree. Stretching high into the clouds, grounded with roots that reach for miles. When I look out, I see the fruit of the old oak tree. I see sons. Daughters. Brothers. Grand children.  Great grand children. Great great grandchildren and friends.   During cell division, cells copy their contents and paste them onto daughter cells. Those cells are then identical to the original cell.   When I think of Pawpaw, I see his daughter cell. Mawmaw. Who has his smile and nose. Who has his giving nature. Who has his heart.   When I think of her, I think...

I trust and know that my spirit is good, therefore I allow my intentions to be what my spirit desires, which is hope, love, community and evolution. 

Teachers are calling home, no one is answering. Teachers are staying after school, no one is coming. Teachers are screaming, and no one is listening.

I long for the day when community is enough. When filling the streets for one another is enough. When enough is enough. 

I am proud of high school me for sticking up for herself and others but I do mourn the years she lost to fighting a battle that was too big for her own two shoulders.  I am a better person because of it and I hope someone else is too.