“Sometimes it falls upon a generation to be great. You be that great generation. Let your greatness blossom. Of course the task will not be easy. But not to do this would be a crime against humanity, against which I ask all humanity now to rise up.” Nelson Mandela, Message to the Live 8 Concert […]
We spend our lives craving it, looking for it, and talking about it. The meaning of It can be felt more than it can be expressed. It’s called the greatest virtue. It’s love. What is love? I spoke to people, read books on it and even searched several dictionaries for an absolute but there was […] […]
African countries continue to pay colonial tax to France 50 years after their independence. This system is an abomination destined to keep African countries poor forever! Here are some excerpts from the article by Mawuna R. Koutonin. For the full article, go to France Colonial Tax , and do not forget to check out the article I wrote […]
Forget about form and design…
The projection of flow and splatter…
In circles and hexagons. ..
As vices….blooming. …
As patterns of sequences…
Shaped in matter on clay clinging on walls…
It as the beyond of nothing…
Here and there of defined love…
From outter beam and lifeless bosoms. ..
Space and planetary ancestors. ..
These winds can speak…
But the message is not sound. …
Nor is it formed
Forget appropriate beauty,
Standard life meaning…
Laws and regulations in standing applause…
Of roses and mountain sights…
Save your judgement…
You are not the artist,
You are into the art…
And the art itself
Dear White Women…Again, I won’t be striking with you. I could. I finally have a job with actual Paid Time Off so if I wanted to, I could probably have taken off and participated in your little outing. But I won’t be. Why? Because your strike isn’t for me. It’s an exercise for you. It’s […]
yellow my mellow,
why are these wishes so hollow?
chipped as cheap tricks on flowery pots,
stoned as color in the light of elusive spectrums,
grinning at the disgust of deeds blackening,
yellow my mellow,
why are you a fundamental purge of beauty in standing lies,
pale in the mountains of caucasia…
where beast ate beast…
in incest and blue sittings of cold bloods,
as in the mag spreads,
or bleaching of tones to dance as they,
to evolve in straight defined genetic mutations,
a deformation of peach on sun rays,
oh these lies are true sights now.
brute in favour…of the illusion…
dark is just not favourable,
it is cornered as natural beauty….
with less will to stand by its side
but oh yes!
yellow the true beauty,
easy on eye seen as 1 and 0,
worthy to be saved from a flight of stair by a superhero,
light as an angel,
beautiful as snow,
pure as its color….
such milky compliments sets the strings of belonging beauty,
never longing the melanin…
only in when true separations roam,
yellow my mellow,
my people are conditioned…
and they believe they are under no spell,
no illusion to ridicule the darkest of black,
scorned as beauty in figments….
why choose to be black….
when the mulato offer is in effect?
choose yellow….it is as good as white.
and it has proven,
Don’t leave them young,
Just after they see the sun,
And smell the taste of life,
Before they palms open the gift,
And craft a dream and change,
Before they voice is heard,
They tears are wiped and they smile is made bright,
Don’t leave them before …
They crawl and hang on to curtains,
Before they wobble…
And lose steps,
And finally stand as the blood and breath of yours,
Listen to the mumble of loose wording,
The difference of day and night,
All night, sleep all day,
Be there, not as a part-time partner,
Loving when love is sexy,
Don’t help out,
Be there in they mini tournaments and play,
Scribble with them,
And laugh with them.
Just don’t leave them…
Before they first kiss,
Crush and heartache,
Before they get it right
Teach them to account for they actions,
to love with they souls,
Teach them to be better than you,
To Reach for the sky and beyond,
Support them in they dreams and visions,
Be there when they fall,
And things crumble,
When celebrations unfold and they collect they hard work,
Don’t leave them…
Before they walk the alta,
Before they commit and move out,
Before the I dos,
And grand offsprings are birthed,
Be there as a pillar and strength,
Life gets complicated,
Love changes color too,
But don’t leave them to need you,
And wish you were there,
Don’t let mothers father these young,
Step up and be a Man.