Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Poetic Ventures Writers Collective and NBAT host Philadelphia 1st Annual Black Poetry Honors

If you enjoyed movies like "Love Jones", Slam, or watched Def Poetry Jam, you will be in for a treat on May 1st 2014 where Poetic Ventures Writers Collective and The National Black Arts Tours will present close to 30 Philadelphia Poets awards for their tiring and amazing work on the urban poetry scene of Philadelphia. Many of these poets have set the scene for poets such as Jill Scott, Black Ice, and Wadud Ahmad. The fantastic artist have shared their talents unselfishly over the years with thousands of people in and out of the city of Philadelphia. Now it our time to recognize them for their work, a time to celebrate one another in vibes and verses. Poets Kimmika Williams Witherspoon, Lois Moses, Runett Nia Ebo, Thelma Sheldon Robinson, Kyree Superstar Mitchell, Pat McClean, Nish Pugh, Debra Wright, Oni Lasana, Lamont Dixon, Lamont Steptoe, Kyle Morris, Ronnie Way, Nikki Taylor, and many more. Come join us at the University of Pennsylvania campus at the Rotunda at 7pm and meet the Authors and Honorees. There will be a special tribute Amiri Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, and Gil-Scott-Heron. See you there!!!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Temple Station WRTI 90.1 Radio Interview

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

180 degrees (ode to Oscar Grant)

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 (Trayvon Reflection)

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 (Continued)

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…..

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Soldier Of Love (Sade Inspired)


Love shot me
And left a hole
In my soul
But I still hold out
With some faith
And try to be a soldier for your love

Pain and despair is in the air
As I enter this dark empty room
That use to posses the essence of you

Yet I am left with desert dry air
And a mind full of fear that I will not
Find love again

Yet I am a soldier

Scared to love hard because it hurts so much
Even the thought of a touch drenched with the
Sweat of affection

would arouse the spirit of self protection
and steer me from my selection of you
despite your being brand new

All I feel Is the pain of what you may do

Yet I am a soldier .