Introducing
The bones of the beast on my head are not for fear, but for memory. I carry the strength of my people on my shoulder and the voice of my ancestors in my heart.
The bones of the beast on my head are not for fear, but for memory. I carry the strength of my people on my shoulder and the voice of my ancestors in my heart. My spirit is tempered by their songs, my shadow is an extension of their footsteps. I walk forward because behind me are thousands of years standing with me.
Digital sketch.
Created by Merin Miler
