neither is African amerikkkan //
no more than our slave tongue //
is supposed to be adopted by the slave owner //
capitalism got us tryna achieve our way to freedom . . .
Poem
Maybe the Rally Won’t Get Us Free
my comrades remind me there are fires to start
and i notice my hands are not nearly dirty enough. . . .
head bone (snuffuhnassi)
head bone (snuffuhnassi) a poem on how imperialism is connected to war is connected environmental destruction by Devyn Springer. . . .
Objective Facts
Objective Facts is poem from Darius Simpson about the necessity African resistance to the forces of exploitation and oppression. . . .
The Drum
The drum sounds philosophical beats that engage us all and compel us to strive for a better life. These are mystic licks calling for unity, in a global march for dignity, liberty and peace. Booming beats beckon us to free our minds and take a road, full of obstacles, ambushes and dead ends. The drum calls us to a sojourn of conscience, one that can only be successfully traversed by those aligned to the people and their collective interests. The drum calls us to journey to redemption. A journey that must, of necessity, reshape our soul and resurrect our twisted minds. . . .
Power to the People
Power to you. Power to me. Power to be free. . . .
The Role of the Artist
ll my momma i’m up before 9am / plottin escape from the empire again / throwin rocks at a man-made sun . . .