Author: Dior Manning

Land of the Free Hypocrisy

What happens when red and white stripes They feel like cold steel prison bars Excerpt of July 4th/American Dream by Kristin Richardson Jordan America is the abusive mother I never should have had Somehow she bore those hours of labor and nursed me so as a child I managed not to die but I still have this suicidal behavior… Excerpt of Mother America by Kristin Richardson Jordan    The great American flag is wrapped and dragged with explosives Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters Barricaded blocks and borders Look at what you taught us! … It’s murder on …. backstreets, Wall Street, corporate offices, banks, employees, and bosses with homicidal thoughts But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?… It’s nasty when You set us up, then roll the dice – then bet us up You overnight the big rifles, then tell FOX to be scared of us Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera America’s reflection of me, that’s what a mirror does. Excerpt of song XXX by Kendrick Lamar   Credit goes to: Our Kristin …

The Yellow Children of Monticello by Pam Ward      

The Yellow Children of Monticello for my cousins, descendant of Sally Hemmings   Before Roosevelt Way before J.F.K. Before Clinton claimed, “I Did Not Have Sex!” on tv. Before Monica Lewinsky tripped & forgot to wash her dress. Thomas Jefferson was banging out tots like a fiend. Making a banquet out of Sally Hemmings’ body he created more kids than he could track. Jefferson kept his black children under lock & key all while singing “Oh Say Can We See.” All his pickaninnies, tall and skinny looked exactly like him and nobody blinked nobody batted a lash seeing these yellow children of Monticello springing everywhere like weeds. They heard Thomas’ cry for freedom turn into bedroom deceits. They watched their father, a boll weevil, feast on fresh drawls like a cotton gin separating seeds. And when they realized he would never, never, never, never, never, never, never, set them free they read his Declaration of Independence they waited for a harmony of coughs they watched this ‘Apostle of the Constitution” and willed bronchitis to drum …

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Lost some Martins and some Malcolms to the jails But We are still here Piping up on social media and taking to the streets Sometimes clashing with police Or teaching inside jail cells We are at the heart of radical art Art: Untitled (Potrait of Dr. Matulu Shakur) by Sophia Dawson @iamwetpaint Bronx Museum of the Arts Open House Excerpt: Mules Fight Back by Kristin Richardson Jordan @kristinrjordan *Portrait subject : Dr. Matula Shakur – a political prisoner from the Black Liberation movement still incarcerated in US prison; Tupac’s stepfather*    


  I’m not scared  of the last  “dangerous” neighborhood featured on the nightly news I don’t fear same sex couples, communists or homeless men so-called terrorists Nor “foreigners” on “our shores” not afraid of the drug war I’m afraid of how we keep defining and redefining human  to keep someone else out worry about fear and fear-baiting and how we encage our brains  fear the way we cast blame And fear more of the same from MULES FIGHT BACK authored by KRISTIN RICHARDSON JOHNSON