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Author Archives: Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD
True North: Me and Wilson
I was blessed to see and I share what I see. This is post is relevant now as we celebrate Fences directed and starring Denzel Washington on the big screen and as my community melts and continues to stumble under … Continue reading
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The Closing of Jesus
Dancing with Black Jesus i saw jesus break dancing on a corner in west oakland right before the banks came to steal black folks homes he must have been a warning he was beautiful homeless funky dust flying from … Continue reading
The Gratitudes: Moving Hands
I am grateful for the movements created out of praying with your hands moving lift us up we will not fall ever forward like the love of mother’s invincible boundless like the abundance of fat godz a lioness awake circling … Continue reading
Voting, 2016
here at the front of the line showed up to make my voice heard that’s what they say here to pay for my ticket to the conversation to be a part of the public sphere here words and names on … Continue reading
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Crossroad
I am grateful for the crossroads here is where change can occur choices and consequences here is where we walk our heart religion is what you do the crossroads reveal character intention, mettle, and upbringing what you live for reveals … Continue reading
Bobby Hutton Park
http://www.oaklandrising.org/sites/default/files/images/images.jpeg The Defermerys are alive, says the beige council woman. They may be living but Bobby Hutton is dead and we have renamed the park to keep him alive surely you understand life and death eternally binary we are binary … Continue reading
no thirst
https://goddessinspired.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/olokun-at-bottom-of-sea.jpg under the water looking up from the house of Olukun I will never eat from an empty plate I hold the rope the path is cleared I am in the water the water is my mother holding me in … Continue reading
on freedom (7/4/16.sorrowland)
you can’t be but so free in a sorrowland a place you were forced to used & discontinued discarded to find a way out of no way with obstacles piled higher than the mast of the good ship Jesus … Continue reading
times of fire
it is a time of fire an age of rising like waves on a black sea we are the pouring over after being pressed down witness fire on the water we are the lesson of the lynching tree the answer … Continue reading
the way we walk
the story is being written madness majick and infamy spilling off the page too heavy to carry we tip over under the weight that rides dead center inside keeping us off balance stumbling up hill sometimes you got to grow … Continue reading