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I don't write here anymore, but i'm "home" for a week. Everything's different. Here's some spoken word i threw down while up at DU.



while reading ASSATA.
While gulping down her pages,
recounting the impact of hate
on the sensitive beautiful
fed-up "minority" i realize
we have been fucked.
Sorry Lord, sorry Mama, but
there is no other
word to describe this situation
no other word for the treatment
we've recieved in this nation.
I am crying along
with him, with her, with the one
thrown in jail brutalized
for allegedly stealing ice cream
bars for the one beaten
because he looked like
someone the police was
looking for, for the ones
bound and gagged while
attempting to defend
themselves in the midst of
a legal lynching. For the
bombed children, the orphaned
children, for the blind majority
and why the hell am i the first
one in my family to go to college?
Complacency is so thick in the air
that we're all choking.
I am guilty of contributing.
I am guilty of being
fucked over, up and down
inside out and accepting
half-wrapped rehearsed apologies.
I'm not saying we need guns
i'm not saying we need money
and shouldn't we be tired of waiting
for miracles because
sitting somewhere on a porch
jobless with a Black n Mild
stuck in your mouth really doesn't
bring on the revolution, huh brotha?
While gulping down her words
i am shaken awake, i am
lifted up, i no longer want to
be fucked up, but fuck.
I'm not saying we're facing
the same old thing,
it's new faceless insidious
and internalized.
I have internalized the oppression.
I am far from divinity,
but when i see another
sister, another brother carted off
by the police in ameriKKKa,
i feel chained and enraged.
They are guilty and we are asleep.
I pray that we wake up and begin to
strive for unity.