PALENQUE QUEEN BY HABANA’S SHORES (Poem to Assata Shakur in Exile) Maroon Woman, feisty and sensual with Oshun beauty the fierce, blue Gulf waters wash daily over your shadow, as you mingle with fragrant palms and tropical peoples… Political Exile. Twenty years have passed since the blast of your Great Escape created havoc for the […]
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Assata’s Song by Paris Thinkin’ of you, and how the perception came to pass Of a Queen bein’ just a piece of ass So I ask ya how that sound It’s for the sistas I missed the last time round Because I can’t forget what ya been through Can’t forget the hardships in […]
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A Song For Assata (Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement towards freedom for all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle. Yeah. yo, check it- There were lights […]
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YOUNGBLOOD (A poem by Assata Shakur) They think they killed you But I saw you yesterday, standing with your hands in your pocket waiting for the real deal to go down. I saw you smiling your “fuck it” smile, blood in your eyes, your heart pumping freedom Youngblood! They think they killed you. But I […]
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No One Can Stop The Rain (A poem by Assata Shakur) Watch, the grass is growing. Watch, but don’t make it obvious. Let your eyes roam casually, but watch! In any prison yard, you can see it – growing. In the cracks, in the crevices, between the steel and the concrete, out of the dead […]
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I Believe In Living By Assata Shakur i believe in living. i believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. i believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs; And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. i believe in the magic of the hands. […]
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I Love Tha Future by Assata Shakur i love tha future i love the idea of the future i love tha idea of sayin ,wait a minute let’s make a future, lets make this pretty, make it good, make it sweet, make it juicy, make it real, make it, you know something other than pre-packaged […]
Read MoreTHE TRADITION (A poem by Assata Shakur) Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry on the tradition. Their were Black People since the childhood of time who carried it on. In Ghana and Mali and Timbuktu We carried it on. Carried on the tradition. We hid in […]
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POEM FOR SUNDIATA by Assata Shakur I remember your smile Bright as the sun’s explosion Wide as the arms of Yemaya Deep as a gushing well of kindness I remember your smile Slow like the dawn of recognition Quick like the wit of observation Clear as the logic of common sense I remember your smile […]
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