Sharing this Assata poem and powerful video…
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, Read More
THIS Thursday December 11th, 7:00pm
at the ANSWER COALITION OFFICE
2295 7th Ave.
Harlem, NY 10030
Free!! (just $5 suggested donation, no one turned away)
Sponsored by Uproar Poetry, the ANSWER Coalition
ALL ART WELCOME
Come share a poem, story, rap, song, dance, comedy routine, instrumental piece…whatever moves you…or just come listen.
This months theme is “Women in Struggle”
For the past week I and many others have been protesting the deaths of Mike Brown, Eric Garner, and too many others. Last night we took the BK bridge (in video below) and then did a moment of silence and sit in at the Barclays Center.
“It is our duty to fight for our freedom.
It is our duty to win.
We must love each other and support each other.
We have nothing to lose but our chains.” – Assata Shakur
Rise Up for Eric Garner and Mike Brown! Public Meeting
7PM at the ANSWER Coalition Office
2295 7th Avenue (at 135th street) Harlem, NY
As promised in yesterday’s post about the RESIST open mic, here’s a poem on resistance from Hasan Salaam.
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Hey, just a heads up to those in the NYC area. there is what is sure to be a deeply engaging, conscious-raising open mic tonight entitled “Resist” 7pm – 12am at 224 West 29th Street. Tribute to Mike Brown and all those fallen from police brutality. Hope to see you there! Going to miss the event? Just click follow. I will feature some of the spoken word in a blog post tomorrow at noon.
Thanks Giving and Resisting
by Kristin Richardson Jordan
There’s something crazy about eating turkey
While my people are dying
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful
But also tiered of all this lying
Grateful for my home my family my friends
Yet part of me really wonders how much we can pretend
Pretend that we’re not feasting
On the backs of Native Americans
Our turkey, isn’t it kinda full of holes?
This stuffing kinda well- kinda killing our souls?
And yet there is such power in love and in gratitude
This holiday is giving while it’s taking
I find myself torn
Trying to celebrate all I’ve gotten
And yet from trail of tears to Mike Brown
I can’t help feeling this country’s rotten
The answer? I don’t know
If I did I’d certainly share
But I think it falls somewhere between
Resisting because you know
And giving because you care