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  The Babalowo said: if your grandfather is a hustler the son will be a businessman the grandson will be a beggar. I am the hunger refusing to beg on the road I build roads to other places my hands … Continue reading

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Beyond the Bars: Growing Home

June 19, 2015 2781 Telegraph Oakland CA 94612 6:00-8:00 PM – FREE Beyond the Bars: Growing Home is a dramatic stage reading  derived from the stories of Green Life participants who are formerly incarcerated and re-entering Bay Area communities. In … Continue reading

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come dancing

come dancing with me lets dress up lets step  out late lets shimmy grind shake stay out all night tell them to pour us a double shot of life bottoms up like we are alive cuz life is short & the … Continue reading

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August Wilson portrait by Iconic artist James Gayles is for sale by auction.

Iconic artist James Gayles of Oakland CA has generously donated this portrait of America’s Shakespeare, August Wilson, to Oakland’s premiere North American African Theater Troupe, The Lower Bottom Playaz, to help fund their historic production of his seminal work The … Continue reading

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August Wilson and Ferguson

Wilson noted: “I think my plays offer (white Americans) a different way to look at black Americans,” he told The Paris Review. “For instance, in ‘Fences’ they see a garbageman, a person they don’t really look at, although they see … Continue reading

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Dead Poets

some say all great poets are dead they lie for true poets never die never they say all great poets are dead I say they lie for poets live in the words are the breath of Godz are the eyes … 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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