Before I bled, I was chosen.
Before I cried, I was crowned.

This isn’t just a video — it’s a spiritual inheritance.

You are the living legacy of prayers whispered in the dark.
Sovereignty rides in your bloodline — undefeated, eternal, divine.

Welcome to Echoes of Hoodoo.

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It’s the spell whispered while you braid her hair...

This isn’t just a ritual — it’s remembrance. It’s resistance. It’s sacred Hoodoo wrapped in every twist.

Echoes of Hoodoo honors the ancestral energy passed through hands, hair, and healing.

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You weren’t just passed over. You were undervalued by someone who never knew what they were holding.

This post is for the women made of salt, gold, and spirit—the ones who were left behind by people chasing empty things.

Some people didn’t fumble you by mistake.
They fumbled you because they were never meant to hold you.

🖤 Echoes of Hoodoo presents a word for the daughters of power.
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🎥 Originally posted to TikTok
🔁 Reuploaded to preserve sacred digital beauty