Monthly Archives: October 2014

abundant prosperity

I am abundance I manifest yes The universe knows my name I am greeted by blue jays & sparrows followed by crows and video often photographed If you seen my aura you know it glows No big secret there is … Continue reading

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Libation (Love over Blood)

I have come to offer libation. May I proceed? In the name of the Most High The one who made everything The All Mighty the one who comes before all The one who created the cosmos Creator of the Multiverse … Continue reading

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lynching tree memoy

there are things I can never do i do not take certain things for granted no rose garden only grey tinted glasses blessed with memory too many people afraid to remember least the scars come open pus all over the … Continue reading

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Cotton and the Lynching Tree Gang

    there was a gang of them holding us down we were no match for such fierce cruelty we fought back best we could but they had friends in high places with last words to say we had the … Continue reading

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In the Valley

Originally posted on A.Nzinga's Blog:
One supposes things get easier the longer you do them. Not necessarily so. Some things don’t get easier. Some times the degree of difficulty is a divining feature. It helps to illuminate one’s…

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The American Century Cycle

I am often asked why August Wilson? Why did I decide to direct the American Century Cycle? I am producing the America’s greatest playwright’s seminal work in its entirety. I will be the first director to do so in chronological … Continue reading

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Bleaching Cream Blues

  early in the morning before the world puts on its face she stands in front of the mirror pinching this poking that pulling on the other she turns slowly counting the ways in which she is not enough too … Continue reading

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Visible

its not the hoodies or the skittles BART rides not the wallet he pulled out or the comb the cell phone not the toy gun or the raised empty hands perhaps its the kiss of melanin the brown black velvet-ness … Continue reading

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Cotton’s Memory

cotton has a memory dreams that never went away a land of cotton with a memory held close like lovers mementos whispered quietly ┬áin board rooms that smell of linen & avarice living quiet lives at the dinner parties of … Continue reading

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Phenomenology

it is not your imagination its reality invisible unspoken really real for black & brown bodies housed in bruised lives it is an immutable truth bearing down ruthlessly on a harsh reality measured by any standard its not an individual … Continue reading

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