Calm (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 … Continue reading Calm (By Y. Shabazz)


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 … Continue reading Another Chicago Moment (79th Street in the morning)

Still Strange Fruit…(Never Forget)

They shoot me dead When they see my face They shoot me dead when I forget my "place" They shoot me dead When there is no sound They shoot me dead When I'm on the ground They shot me dead Whether young or old They shoot me dead to sadden my soul They shoot me … Continue reading Still Strange Fruit…(Never Forget)


To embrace our space…

The city is alive with life. Blacks grin in the sun through the hot winds and rains happiness grows unique in hells fire but there is relief, relief to smile, relief to laugh, to scream, embrace our space. THIS IS OUR CITY!!! And we don’t own, but who cares we give the city color, we … Continue reading To embrace our space…


Slaughter of the Innocents (A Chicago minute)

Not easy to break something broken A city cursed with the plague of blood-Lust, Hunger-pains, and Raging-fires No-gains Momma-tears Gang-signs Steel-toys Chevy bubbles and dick boys ...Normality... Ordinary pains 98.6 degrees burns the evidence to ash so you never ever.....ever....ever know what really happened here Nobody from the outside really knows Lil babies born and … Continue reading Slaughter of the Innocents (A Chicago minute)


Still Wearing The Mask (Excerpt)

We grin when we hear our spirit manufactured for pleasures sake We even find ourselves moving shamelessly according to these false vibrations seeking something familiar, something.....true Yet you still look upon us an uncouth while we shimmer, pop, lock, and dance to shake away the pain we sing to empty our  lungs so that the … Continue reading Still Wearing The Mask (Excerpt)


Acirema em…..(post holocaust)

Acirema em barely alive in a post holocaust haze Post holocaust African Aushwitz, Alabama Bombs over Birmingham Schindler set up shop in Chicago and steam billows to the heavens (hallelujah!) while steel cools amidst the smoldering souls And in high places!!!! Ah yes, those distant high places… smoldering still, we eagerly await a benevolent cool hand reaching from … Continue reading Acirema em…..(post holocaust)