triple threat are you talking to me? with that excuse me please pointing to the back of the line where I’m expected to wait for Hell to freeze over and over I ask you what did I do to be so black and blue that my color stands for...
triple threat

triple threat are you talking to me? with that excuse me please pointing to the back of the line where I’m expected to wait for Hell to freeze over and over I ask you what did I do to be so black and blue that my color stands for...
uphold/future young men my beautiful Black men of tomorrow beware uncertain futures wait for you to crash head first into them tomorrow is unknown but yesterday is gone today is what matters most young men of this world speak for yourselves fight to keep the rights you deserve to...
lamentation if i could live my life again do it all over in just one day i’d hit the ground running letting no unkind words lead me astray if in your eyes and words i seem to be unafraid know that the battle scars i’ve earned have been carefully...
wonder they hate me sometimes i wonder why i care hard hearts filled to the brim with jealousy greed and envy waiting to see if i’ll lose what they covet makes me wonder why could it be i’m so beautiful that no one cares to see my face alive...
Pan-African News Wire: Marcus Garvey Park: An Old Sound in Harlem Draws New Neighbors’ Ire I’m not even sure what to say. The drummers have been a fixture in the community for almost 30 years. People moving into the community KNEW about the drumming sessions, but now want them...
I was going to save this for the 4th, but what the heck: Amerika: Things Fall Apart oh say can you seethe darkness in my heartfrom where hope has long fledand a fleet of soldierstakes it place oh say can you seewhat They have done to memy blood runs...
nightmare my final tenuous grip on reality starts to slip i’m in danger of losing all control losing the battle against the hurricane that’s thrashing my brain waves trashing my common sense decimating my innocence tearing down my picket fence it’s stifling my voice i grow hoarse with the...
Invisible Man hopeless helpless man child black child daddy never claimed you mama never named you raised you in ignorance sent you into the world defenseless snatching glances of cardboard people through broken slats of whitewashed picket fences called upon to witness the destruction of your kind bamboozled into...
… after reading the first half of “Slave” by Mende Nazer —————————————- untitled 9 nightmare awakens me breathing hard heart thunders in my chest i turn my back on the Western night and touch my forehead to the ground praying intensely for my God to deliver me and bless...
for my people of the diaspora i don’t know if i can do this i don’t know if i can pour out my pain into a crystal glass and present it as a gift ignoring the battered pitcher that’s been in my family for years i don’t know if...
Blackness I am immortal, invincible But I will continue to weaken if my daughters insist on dying, if my sons continue to rape and murder But I am still here. I was there Watching The Pyramids erected in the sand They cut out my tongue to stop me from...
random thoughts 1 information superhighwaygot a traffic jam at 2 a.m.stalling meon my journey to dig up the Tree of Knowledgecalled Conspiracyat its rootplanting it in mybackyardto keep watch on its evil fruit
Well, this was sort of difficult to write. I experienced a variety of emotions, including anger, disgust, helplessness and fear. I ask that you really consider the implications as you read this….——————————- living shadows see Black Boy runningstumblingcase of soda pop bag of chipscan of beans down his pantsrushingto...
lost onez we wuz gonna be superstars wid poofy hair and painted red lips sashay our hips across the stage while the world worshiped at out feet and the drumbeat matched our heartbeat and sent us higher and we thought we reigned we wuz Queens in our own right...
Names etched in walls of marble and stone Statues and buildings erected in tribute Of causes deemed worthy of praise Glory and honor to the fallen Celebrate those who answered their calling Where’s my monument The celebration of my people That testament of our near annihilation in captivity Where...
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