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Tag Archives: North American African Perspective
Brick House Women (NPM2017 15)
brick house women don’t dream God they dream of the ocean walking on water through fire of rising like mist over rivers overcoming with the sunrise standing up when the sun sets when they dream of falling they then dream flying … Continue reading
discontinued (NPM2017 14)
dispossessed in america a discontinued import left on the shelf shuffled and warehoused placeholders redlined into neighborhoods they will build in like worker ants creating everything from black market to co-op economics that will be contained bombed burned envied … Continue reading
beyond capacity (NPM2017 9)
there are places you may never see out beyond the end of the known past the safety nets where the air thins the ground is rocky there is no path all roads are uphill where life stretches you like a … Continue reading
crazy((NPM2017 # 8)
some days you can see crazy sitting cross the room grinning legs crossed nails polished bare assed naked crazy light shining from its good eye yeah you can smell the metallic burned copper smell of it running in blood dancing … Continue reading
brick house sunrise
open the curtains in the brick house let the light spill in peeling back the dark illuminating broken things scattered like litter on the side of life the broken dolls games that glitch the only for this side of town … Continue reading
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
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
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
skywriter
sometimes you look at your feet you think where you done walked you remember the holes you fell in the times you were underwater before you learned to swim you forget you are walking that the dirt remembers you you … Continue reading