You take Kanye, I’ll take…(scholar challenge)

DR. FRANCES CRESS WELSING (March 18, 1935 – January 2, 2016)

Welsing was born Frances Luella Cress in Chicago on March 18, 1935. Her father, Henry N. Cress, was a physician, and her mother, Ida Mae Griffen, was a teacher. In 1957, she earned a B.S. degree at Antioch College and in 1962 received an M.D. at Howard University. In the 1960s, Welsing moved to Washington, D.C. and worked at many hospitals, especially children’s hospitals. While Welsing was an assistant professor at Howard University she published her first body of work, “The Cress Theory of Color-Confrontation”, in 1974. This was an introduction to her thoughts that would be developed in The Isis Papers. Twenty-two years later she released “The Isis Papers”, which is a compilation of essays she has written about global and local race relations.



Auntie (We really just got to know the meaning) By Y. Shabazz










We can’t lose another Auntie

We really just got to know the meaning

Blessed to have them to ourselves even for a moment

A smile, a hug, a gentle kiss on the forehead to remind…

They give us our grandmother in spite of the inevitable

They give us a patient shoulder and a look

…A look…

Just a look…

If you never had that look my words could never fully explain

Our words would wither in vain

Just a rambling explanation of something not to be counted,

Calculated, measured, or even seen

…Its only felt…

It’s a sensation…

Ethereal in its composition

Felt in the parts of us that soak up sweet language like

Cornbread to pot liquor

not so special looking on from the side, but oh so delicious when it gets inside

Special they are….Auntie

That word just feels good on the tongue don’t it?


…say it out loud…

Feels so good don’t it


The word smooth



deep with cool

Dancing rhythms smooth like times long gone

Cultured unique snatching young shy nephews and nieces to engage in the dance

Leaving a little love between every step

Every bop,

Every slide,

Every hop,

Like another momma with a special flavor

Special love,

Special moments.

They are our garments on cold nights and a shield when the sun burns hot


Classic flavors perfection made our souls spoiled with their presence…

Greed alone makes me struggle to let them escape into the heavens

We are indeed

Blessed to have them to ourselves even for a moment

A smile, a hug, a gentle kiss on the forehead to remind…

We can’t lose another Auntie

Because you will live forever in our hearts

And we truthfully really just got to know the meaning.


Dedicated to our angels: Minnie, Dorothy, Mary, and Rowena

The Day

The Warrior's Pen


Quietly mourn the death of yesterday
heart beating, mind racing
Sprinting towards the birth of a new day
Only to ravage it beyond contentment
Bellies full
becoming stuffed wide while never experiencing its full flavor
This is what we have become
This callous
This cold
This empty…
So empty that we witness the birth of a new day
refusing to show grace
refusing to pause…
even for a moment
To savor…

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Calm (By Y. Shabazz)

Original Photo by Y. Shabazz

The sands beneath my feet,

the sun upon my face.

The clouds above my crown,

drifting out into space.


The winds against my breath,

cool off with water spray.

The never-ending horizon,

inhale…another day.


The sun is gone adrift,

the moon will take its spot.

I learn to live the now,

and love the day I’ve got.

Another Chicago Moment (79th Street in the morning)

Early morning on 79th street
Watching the sun spill gentle down gangways
Through the treetops
Gently it spills…
And for a moment, just for a solitary moment
Serinity lives here among us.
You see, we know peace too, we know love,
Grace, soul, and spirit
But the hunger pangs sometimes get the babies…
They get the babies
They get the babies
…riled up and angry in their search for sugar cause reallyall they searching for is something sweet to offset the bitter..
But in the morning… early in the morning
we bathe in the quiet beauty of 79th street in the morning…


Abstract Motherland


An abstract oil painting can be a lot more than just wall art. Ya’qub Shabazz gives us a taste of West Africa with this, the first in a series of African Mask oil paintings.Title: Abstract Motherland
Size: 24″ x 36″
Condition: Excellent Brand new
Type: Original Oil Painting on wrapped canvas

This painting will have texture unique just to this painting, a fingerprint that can never be repeated and each brush stroke is unique and impossible to repeat. Each painting I create is one of a kind.