“We must stand / We must fight / We must remain / We must unite” . . .
Poem
No Compromise
NO JUSTICE!
NO SURRENDER!
NO COMPROMISE! . . .
The Love of Revolution
The people rise / Voices raised, they harmonize, A call for justice, a call for change / The winds of revolution start to range. . . .
The Tragedy of the White Man’s World
“There’s no need to front / There’s no need to pretend / The white man’s world / Is coming to an end” . . .
Rivers & The Sea
“if Hughes saw rivers of ancestors past / then i sit here writing as i see the sea. / in all its glory, i come to know the waters / and how they stole something from me.” . . .
A Balcony in Atlanta
Mercedes Benz stadium eating away at the horizon I hate that big ass ugly piece of shit Pipes exhausting smoke particles as Cars drive past Engines cranking bodies modest, or flashy, loud, as bright lights and booming bases drown out the resistance of the unhoused Gentrification left behind the Ghosts of Black neighborhoods bulldozed over the decades of Black face in leadership Wakanda empty fists of solidarity painted over a Black mecca That aint lookin so Black The Jacksoning of Atlanta Washing whiter While it be the model city for the petit bourgeois Wealth gap growing wider than our inner . . .
(don’t call me) Nigger
To be addressed as Nigger is to beremoved from history — with bloodon the book that the wind has blownaway to the face of a Nigger.In your face a Nigger will smile butcan’t walk a mile when the…placards are up!A Nigger will compromise autonomyfor a pot of porridge to appease hisinsatiable appetite — to fill up thevoid just as Judas his patriot.A Nigger is a killer of the poorrighteous teacher, willing to pull thetrigger on the dreamer; poised to makea Stephen out of every believer!A Nigger plays for the gainhooked up on the pain — a baitto fish the Messiah.A . . .
The Tongue We Never Lost at Sea
The civilization of a People lost…
in hell upon the arrival of a strange man
whose idol described our traditional
practices as the evil bedeviling us —
and the roadblock on our way to
his father’s house of many mansions! . . .