Hoodoo child 👧🏽
Hoodoo children walk soft and slow,
with curious eyes that always know
the way the wind begins to speak,
the way the old oak branches creak.
They learn from fire, herb, and rain,
from joy, from laughter, from a little pain.
They listen close to morning light,
and trust what feels both calm and right.
They gather stories in their hands,
like seashells found on shifting sands.
They hum with roots both deep and wide,
with unseen helpers at their side.
And though the world may rush and spin,
they find the quiet place within—
where love and spirit gently say:
“Child, you are guided all the way.” #hoodoochild #hoodoo #blackpeople





































































































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