I've never experienced the lynchings in Mississippi or Alabama
60 years removed from today yet more relevant than ever
I don't have to be that clever to realize that the hands of time
are creatively being pushed back to the times of despair for the darker ones
Our children are being stolen from us, their lives extinguished as if they are being teleported to another realm
As we weep over our children deaths, under tragic conditions that we are witnessing live!
Is it only I who notice that Southern Whites are lynching us with ammunition?
No ropes, No trees, just police officers bullets cutting through the Southern breeze
Strange fruit lying on urban streets
Their life force extinguished like leaves falling to the earth from a dying tree
Despite it all
We fight, unite, yell, scream, cry, ask God why
Protest, unrest, cursing, hearts bursting
Shoot me too, I am ready to die!
At least I will decide under what condition
No longer allowing the hands of policemen to casually suck the air out of my environment
We are here to save our children from the goblins who
use to come for them at night but now
extinguish their souls in broad daylight
For the stolen ones we are here ready to fight
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Monday, June 30, 2014
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Join me and a host of great poets as we discuss the legacy of Amiri Baraka and the history of the Black Urban Art Movement of Philadelphia. Lamon Napalm Dixon and a host of New York poets will speak about Amiri Baraka legacy and I with poets such as Lois Moses, Kimmika Williams Withersppon and Dr. Maurice Henderson will speak about the work of Philadelphia poets that speared a movement. So join us on April 25th beginning at 10pm on Temple Station WRTI 90.1 FM
Monday, August 5, 2013
It took 24 hours for Oscar to touch strangers lives as his life was about to be extinguished Fighting his demons off left and right all in order to make his mother, his ,daughter, his love proud How would he know that turning 180 degrees, he would face such head winds standing side by side with his friends as he beats back his demons as they confront him on the train as punches reign suppressing their attack He was just trying to make his way back.....home He was just trying to make his way back..... to his daughter He was just trying to make his way back..... to his mother How would he know that turning 180 degrees, he would face such head winds Serve and protect grabbed him, his friends, with wreckless abandonment but tonight the fight for his rights would end with his ultimate silence and the utterance of, Why did you shoot me... I have a daughter.... Why did you shoot me....I have a daughter.... How would he know that turning 180 degrees, he would face such head winds We going to be alright he said, We're going to be alright but known demons came to remove Oscar's light but they can not extinguish the faith, the hope, that we will stop the senseless killing of our children. So until this stop we will continue the fight. because he could not know that turning 180 degrees, he would face such head winds.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Southern trees swing in the breeze as the blood of strange fruit absorbs in the soil The spoils, of another soul promise for greater things as a shot heard around the world rings. Southern trees swing in the breeze Where we once lived in a nation when a slave ran to escape a plantation a time long past until a night that would open old wounds fast Southern trees swing in the breeze still in a nation where my skin is my sin no matter how innocent i seem still not to be able to win my struggle will not be in vein despite the pain nor will my memory wain for many shall carry on my name as Southern trees swing in the breeze some say I am the new Emit Till and I say I am the reality that you are living still Not free, Not free, to be me as Southern trees swing in the breeze A strange fruit,..... huh.....me
Little Black Boy Wonder I still hear your voice, your cry as tears rolls from my eyes You, stood strong in the face of the hate that emanates from southern skies Little Black Boy Wonder Your life and your memory will not be lost in vain Memories of your pain strains my heart as the grass was left blood stained Little Black Boy Wonder You fought for your right to exist, our rights to exist You made the ultimate sacrifice and were determined to resist Little Black Boy Wonder Too many of you lie in fields of concrete as another mother pains her lost We will sacrifice our lives to uphold your legacy no matter the cost Little Black Boy Wonder I look at you daily as, you walk in front of me, walk around me, You’re my son who looks just like me Little Black Boy Wonder They can’t ever erase who you truly came to be A soldier, a fighter, a reminder Of the little black boy wonder in me. Struggle…..