Category Archives: spokenword

Nambie

you know nothing of my life neither the contours or its jagged torn edges not its superfluity nor me in my sublimity the salient sweet funk radiating out of my unborn thought dressed in melanin the saving grace of the diagnosed … Continue reading

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God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair

They told me God was a wild woman with stars in her hair I have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still soft as the love burning in their oversized hearts big … Continue reading

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Crows

In conversation with Crows ancient obsidian sentries of the gate between worlds they remind me to stand in my integrity to know what I know and stay the path WolfHawkJaguar told me “Don’t give up before the miracle happens” I … Continue reading

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Built to carry weight

I will still stand up  even if it all falls down Stand & deliver flying over shaking ground That be my measure for all you that  come to weigh I am good in the storm My Gods built me to … Continue reading

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Pragmatic Optimism

The figs did not ripen this year nor did the dreams of democracy in the land of the free the hard green fruit only skin and seeds absent the flesh necessary to sustain the living who are left with only … Continue reading

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home in the graveyard

brothers hug corner dreamstil they bleedcuz that’s allthey own i woke up lastnight dreamed i built me a homeI pray my grave is not the only land I ever own

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landless

(Art by Karen Seneferu in honor of Kemba “Walking Tree” Shakur at the Joyce Gordon Gallery in Oakland CA) landless gentrified ghetto children in the inner city got grand parents from the country grandparents moved to the city for a … Continue reading

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