I am my father’s dreams. We are our ancestor’s dreams. We are Langston Hughes, hear our blues. Distribution of ourselves is a critical reflection. I distribute my voice as far as the drum will carry it. My voice speaks of ancestors; I invite you to listen as I learn. Community feeds artist feeds community. We must allow ourselves to see ourselves in the spaces that we own. Hear the passion in your own beating heart. If I can be the stethoscope...blessings, respect, love.