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…

Mama’s eyes (Broken Haiku)

Mama's eye runs tears Mama's soul moves fearlessly In the face of fear


Colorful Journey (By Y. Shabazz)

Existing in a world surrounded by beautiful noise the voices of youth laugh unfiltered and unashamed faces brown, light brown, high yellow, and bruised all shine with petroleum jelly accentuated by African memories touching, pushing, grabbing we are all on this journey trying to find something to feel such beautiful noise mama's yawn loud and … Continue reading Colorful Journey (By Y. Shabazz)