sons of warriors
Are poems & poets
& all the loveliness here in the world
Amiri Baraka - October 7, 1934 - January 9, 2014
Dear revisionists, Mandela will never, ever be your minstrel. Over the next few days you will try so, so hard to make him something he was not, and you will fail. You will try to smooth him, to sandblast him, to take away his Malcolm X.
Read full speech here
«Nous les gueux/ nous les rien/ nous les peu/ nous les chiens/ nous les maigres/nous les Nègres/ Qu’attendons-nous/ Qu’attendons-nous pour faire les fous/ pisser un coup/ tout à l’envi/ contre la vie/ stupide et bête/ qui nous est faite ?» … «Si nous, si nous nous n’accordons pas l’égalité des droits, si nous nous ne reconnaissons pas la liberté, nous leur disons, qu’attendez-vous pour faire les fous sur cette vie stupide et bête.»
Poem by Léon Gontran-Damas cited by the brave Christianne Taubira at L'Assemblée Nationale in February 2013.
#DecolonizeHistory is about interrupting space, addressing colonial roots and undoing processes of white supremacy.
Historical narratives are most often presented without the context of colonization, slavery and imperialism despite the huge role they play on all aspects of life.
Hoping this project raises awareness about injustices towards Trayvon Martin, subject to a system of racism that never served to protect his life, Omar Khadr, a Canadian citizen arrested and detained in Guantanamo Bay when he was only 15 years old, and Assata Shakur & Huey Newton, labelled “terrorists” for actively resisting systemic racism on stolen land.
This is the beginning, there are so many more narratives to be shared and #DecolonizeHistory aims to illuminate the role that processes of colonialism continue to play out in society.
Arguably one of the shortest poems ever recited. In 1975, Muhammad Ali imbued those two words with poetic and political meaning. “Me, We” highlighted the intimate relationship between the individual and the community. (c) Give us a Poem by Glenn Ligon
“Searching, for everything already there. For every thought already known. For everything that ever was, is, and will be. Struggling. Oh how we struggle. And the more we avoid it, the greater the struggle becomes, until we realize, the struggle is the blessing. Progressing. Changing. Evolving. Growing. From a seed to a tree. From a child to a man/woman. From a man/woman to a spirit to a god fulfilling his plan. Purpose. No words can describe the unnamable. No beginning, no end, just always now. Marveling at the miracle and all of a sudden it all seemed to make sense somehow. Searching, for everything already there. For every thought already known. For everything that ever was, is and will be”.
Searching performed by Blackalicious ft Erinn Anova
Listen to the poem here !
I love Hip Hop. I was chillin in the belly of an emcee in 1987, ready to enter the cypher that is our world. I am my mother’s best battle rap. She stood in the playgrounds of East New York, surrounded by male emcees, with a poet in her womb talkin about, “My name is Baby E…” She taught me everything I know about love and patriarchy and although those two words are just about as alien to her as a Rick Ross lyric, she exercises these words in a variety of ways (unknowingly and sometimes knowingly). It has always been her range of doing what has been most difficult for some and yet rewarding for her, that has made the difference in my life. It is thanks to my mother, a single mother, that I know anything about the range of femininity. The energy within that encourages our nurturing sensibilities and recognizes the strength in vulnerability. As I grew to learn more of the world I live in and the system that has conceived us, I have learned that love is a strength, a political motive and is perhaps the only transforming power we have to date. Love as a function, as an actual framework for discussion, confrontation, and solution will be what changes future generations from the past.Read the full article here !
My goal has never truly been to become an amazing poet, rather I have worked at becoming more expressive, thoughtful, and harmoniously balanced, and courageous enough to live my life as a poem.