We Are America 🇺🇸


By definition, the colors of the American flag 🇺🇸 are symbolic of:

red symbolizing hardiness and valor, 

white symbolizing purity and innocence, and 

blue representing vigilance, perseverance and justice.


I see this today as red symbolizing the hardiness and endurance of the blood of my ancestors. Having bled through & endured the pillagers and their savage abuse thrusted upon them, ensuring they picked the whitest of cotton... purely stripped of their innocence and human dignity. But true to the blue hue of their veins, that its blood not be wasted—they remained vigilant, and preserved towards justice... By definition—We are America’s red, white and blue. We are America—we are Georgia. You are welcome!


Copyright © 2021 by Christie Y. Shaw


#WeAreAmerica✊🏾🖤❤️🤍💙

#WeAreGeorgia🍑 

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