So What, We Kneel at the game of life. . .

These verses are excerpts from my poem as a tribute to Miles Davis and John Coltrane.

Come let, those with their bitter attitudes, loose their way, so what
We kneel for a brand-new day. . .Peaceful protest
M L King would approve, feel that syncopated groove, so what

We are onto a better tomorrow, doing greater than our mothers or fathers
David killed Goliath, Cane slew Able and Malcom’s chicken are coming home to roost, so what
Life’s lessons will return again, if you don’t learn them now, So what

Miles and Coltrane, sounded the alarm, edifying the black nation
So what, they don’t like it, our black a-s are no longer chattel, so what
To God, to us we built this country, so what, your denial does not matter. . ..

Karen Bass is a “bad mother shut your mouth, can you dig it?”

Karen Bass Regulation Session

It was a typical Tuesday night
The moon was out and I was relaxing
I stumble upon Jeff Sessions’ interview with Karen Bass

Karen Bass was asking all the right questions her impeccable timing taught me a lesson
Jeff Sessions was stumbling over his words
his beady little eyes swiftly searching for the right verbs, with the look of contempt on his face
A smug, descended on his countenance when asked “Who in the FBI has the authority to authorize a report on Black Extremist Identity Groups that want to kill that police. . . O yeah there is more!

Answers to some this Q: What makes your service or product valuable.

I am so glad you asked.This is how I answered the query.

​I am a wordsmith, poet, spoken word artist, and singer/song writer. I create and add value to the arts in the city. I convey a message of love, piece and hope. I put into words what others feel in their hearts. I teach about the African Diaspora experience. I am clear about my vision as an artist and I enable people to experience the humanities through my visions of artfulness. It is my aim to bring stories about me personal experiences and the greater community out of obscurity. Some of my work focuses on the issues of injustice in our society, some of my work presents historical art work of others that have contribute immensely to our Diaspora experience, but little is known or discussed about their artistic contributions; such as blacks who were Hitlers victims and survived Nazi concentration camps. I am here to raise awareness and of my culture; use my voice so that the masses are knowledgable and can seek peace for the greater good.

Good Morning America

Good Morning America
(in my Bernie MC voice, I surely do miss him)

America we are head for the brink of disaster if we don’t get our priorities in order.

Humanity is the only thing that will keep us growing, thriving and surviving.

That thing that we all are looking for is love.

Its the thing that comes for above.

Above the madness the clouds are nothing existent

Good Morning America, rise to the occasion of forgiveness

Admit your mistakes and you will grow in grace.

Our children deserve a chance to run in a race free of hatred, bigoted scenery

Good morning America, when to bombs bust in the air, no-one will care.

“What set you from, your klan, creed or the color of your skin.”

There are not lethal weapons that just take out the poor and leave the rich behind

Wake up America from the sleep on mediocracy and advance in the dance of discovering other space and times.

Good morning my sweet land of freedom rining from the majestic hill tops of Georgia

Good morning America from the shores of the Pacific beaches that are nestled in the Arcadia of the oranges groves past

Good Morning America (to Be continues)

Slaves No More

I am excited about my opportunity to share my poetry @ that launch of Rise, an Anthology of poets from the Los Angeles area. Here I have put excepts from my poem, Slaves No More printed in the Anthology edited by Mark Lipman.

Our humanity is in our DNA

Our dignity tossed overboard by the meat ships that sailed the Atlantic

“No more weeping and a wailing. . .” freedom physically for us has arrived.

Our suffering  now is of an intellectual and spiritual kind.

What would Nat Turner, who led rebellion in 1839, say to our black young folks today?

“Your freedom came at a very high cost, but some yawl still choosing to be lost!

We still live like we’re not oppressed in a land; marginalized by bad water and police brutality.

The shackles on our mind is slavery; the overseer, mass communications

Steals the soul and exploits our Nubian minds, sells our souls up the rivers of destructive imaging.

Dresses up and pants down is an indication that our self-esteem ground level thinking.

Black men stop generically stop labeling black women hoes, the commodity of capitalism that is not the true meaning of Hip Hop.

You guest it the rest is in Ashay Speaks!

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