oddballsdontbounce:

ya grl has 2 poems in this new issue of Vinyl (one of which is an erasure of a super racist old textbook from the 70s on Sudanese history), along with some people I like a whole lot. you can read the issue at www.vinylpoetry.com :)

the writing is this issue is impeccable! sharp pieces. must read.

oddballsdontbounce:

ya grl has 2 poems in this new issue of Vinyl (one of which is an erasure of a super racist old textbook from the 70s on Sudanese history), along with some people I like a whole lot. you can read the issue at www.vinylpoetry.com :)

the writing is this issue is impeccable! sharp pieces. must read.

the more i look at that last .gif

the more i laugh & laugh & laugh

(Source: lolgifs.net, via morgielefay)

theblog-delux3:

"The idea of having a play that centers around, How do you stop the cycles of gun violence in our community? It’s weird to hear someone feel like the story is generic when it’s the front page of every fucking paper to date. And when you look at the reviews and compare them to everything from Do the Right Thing to Menace II Society, it’s always the same fucking review. There’s actually a generic response when I don’t think critics realize they’re playing into the hands of something that runs deeper than how this made you feel. I am speaking to that American race psyche; that thing that Harry Belafonte said to me after he saw the play, which is, ‘You took an afrocentric-themed play and placed it on a eurocentric stage. The problems you’ll face are larger than you think.’ 


That martyrloserking hiphop musical coming soon tho!

(via so-treu)

Last clip from the 1995 2Pac Police Station Interview/Interrogation.
"When men are born into this world
by the age of six they will hit their first woman -
you will laugh and call it ‘affection’.

By the age 13, he will come home
with eyes swollen with water and a putty heart,
He will begin to call her all kinds of ugly
names - words he learned from television,
from his community, from you - all with blood on them.
You will laugh and say ‘there are more fish in the sea, son’
and again, he will forget about his own hands.

By 19, he will have a graveyard in his mouth
and a burning city of a woman. One day,
she will look into the mirror and she will
see a corpse. In panic, she will begin
clawing her way out of his cemetery.
And he will remember his hands.

When the police arrives,
his fists will look like a demolition
and his mouth - the dead sea. You will wonder what
went wrong. From where could he have possible learned
this type of behavior? Then he will look at you
with the same eyes he did at six years old
and he will say ‘I loved her’"

Hands, [agd] (via agapebydesign)

"When the martyrs go to sleep, I wake up
to protect them from amateur mourners
And I tell them
May you wake up to a homeland
of clouds and trees
of mirages and water"

— Mahmoud Darwish, When the Martyrs Go to Sleep (via lastuli)

(via martyrloserking)

wordsoftakumi:

a poem for Hip-Hop

Kendrick Lamar splits open monsters
and fights on the virtue that to get stronger,
you only go to battle with armies
that are capable of stampede.
Those who tread lightly are not worthy
of your warpath.

Lupe Fiasco ties his tongue into a
cat’s cradle and whispers sweet…

Alex Dang went in.

"She walked
like a holocaust; and closing her eyes,
she touched the invisible, boundless as smoke,
and was one with the night."

— Pablo Neruda, “Black Pantheress” (via sleepinginthesnow)

(via word-digest)

#amiribaraka #richmondpubliclibrary #rva #history #library

#amiribaraka #richmondpubliclibrary #rva #history #library

"you are amazing. you are extraordinary. you are alive for a reason. you were given gifts. do the things you were sent here to do."

-robalujah