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 … Continue reading Abstract Motherland
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)
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…
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)
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)
Mama's eye runs tears Mama's soul moves fearlessly In the face of fear
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)
How did you get here? A sinister plot unfolded at my expense Willie Lynch fantasies left me in suspense Tosses and turns, waves crashed, salty burn death reeks while souls die, stomachs churn Why didn’t you leave? Iron bars and mingled blood have strengthened my ties a sick misplaced love manipulated by lies Intertwined tribes, … Continue reading How did you get here?