Def Poetry: Sekou Sundiata - Come on and Bring on the Reparations



'The White House'

Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my…


"At ease with the source. I revel in the silent song of the breeze. The oppression that begins each moment comes to grip with the minds eye. In the dark green density of the forest there is place where all beings, all consciousness, all experience comes together in the flight of the wasp, in the darkness and secrets of mestizo eyes, in the torrid and raging passion of pagan rituals. All cries, all pleas, all justice, all meanings are visible to the divine in you, to the divine in me. Swept up in the anthem of human progress and the rendering of ourselves to mink coats and alligator shoes. Hoping and praying we remember where we learned to become human. In the beginning our minds are strong. Our hearts are big. We keep believing in love and kindness to our friends, to our enemies. But these values, these few pennies and dimes degenerate our sensitivity. Our soul awakens us from a dreadful sleep. She cannot feed us the rocks and pebbles that sprout from the soil. She cannot kiss us with lips protruding with disease and pollution. She cannot hold us with arms burdened by exploitation. But still we see our future in her images and symbols. In the beauty of her tapestries. In the horns and guitars. And dancing in the street. And cool breezes kissing the desert sands. And the romance of street people sincerely pleading take your time with the music, for this is for the people. Take your time with the music for this is for the people. Take your time with the Revolution for this is for the people!"



my brothers i will not tell you
who to love or not love
i will only say to you
Black women have not been
loved enough.

i will say to you
we are at war & that
Black men in america are
being removed from the
like loose sand in a wind storm
and that the women Black are

As a slave, the social phenomenon that engages my whole consciousness is, of course, revolution.

The slave - and revolution.

Born to a premature death, a menial, subsistence-wage worker, odd-job man, the cleaner, the caught, the man under hatches, without bail - that’s me, the colonial victim. Anyone who can pass the civil service examination today can kill me tomorrow. Anyone who passed the civil service examination yesterday can kill me today with complete immunity. I’ve lived with repression every moment of my life, a repression so formidable that any movement on my part can only bring relief, the respite of a small victory or the release of death. In every sense of the term, in every sense that’s real, I’m a slave to, and of, property.

- George L. Jackson

The great majority of blacks reject racism. They have never found it expedient, wise or honorable to take on the characteristics of the enemy. I think it is vitally important to stress that for blacks a concern for the “survival” of the race is not, patently not, definable as racism.

- George L. Jackson

For Africa to me… is more than a glamorous fact. It is a historical truth. No man can know where he is going unless he knows exactly where he has been and exactly how he arrived at his present place.
Maya Angelou
We are responsible for the world in which we find ourselves, if only because we are the only sentient force which can change it.
James Baldwin, No Name in the Street

"But for power to truly feel itself menaced, it must somehow sense itself in the presence of another power-or more accurately, an energy-which it has not known how to define and therefore does not really know how to control."

- James Baldwin

With the people, for the people, by the people. I crack up when I hear it; I say, with the handful, for the handful, by the handful, cause that’s what really happens.
Fannie Lou Hamer (via disciplesofmalcolm)
James Baldwin: The Civil Rights Movement was a Slave Rebellion (1979)


Instead of speaking about the Civil Rights movement, which is an American phrase, which upon examination means nothing at all. Let us pretend: I stand before you, as a witness to, and a survivor of, the latest slave rebellion.

I put it that way, because Malcolm X was doing a debate with a very…

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