--- George Jackson
Power to the People who are not afraid of Freedom!
--- Jonathan Jackson
I sit under the 2nd midnight, with it's magnificant light beaming on my skin, and wonder to myself, why has heaven and earth chosen me or given me the illusion of being choosen...The German wine is strong, but not enough to make me stray from a path of flippin the script. Words the same color of me, confined to pale pages push me outside the norm. It's a conflict at times because outside the box thinker or revolutionary is not the occupation you can pay the rent with or take a pretty girl out to eat. So I work a mindless job... just so I can think... and I can never stop thinking of her... revolution,
liberation, freedom. The blood in my eyes is filling up to the point where I can see nothing else, but her. Many have loved her... have tasted her essences, have felt her rejection, but there's always another. My people have a lack of her knowledge... her conscienceness, better put. We've failed to see or simply put our hands over our eyes to see that bread and circuses can't feed us the
food our soul's need. And being the soul food people we are... we still walk or drive around hungry as hell... I don't know about you but I know about the muthfucka's chasein a dollar or a million dollars, nigga's tryin to assimilate/infiltrate into corporate amerika, the one's with dreads on some fake "ism" shit, the alcohlic every day weed smokin muthfucka's, the folks at Sunday service, I
know their hunger. Shit, I know I'm hungry! But my conscience grows with every bus ride, every long walk, every smoke room break, not to mention whenever I hear a conversation that should have stay in a muthfucka's head... I feel the growing pains. But this is my point. We must except our slavery as a fact in the present, and not a relic of the past. We are wage slaves/a labor commodity, a ghetto colony that provides amerika with a limitless source of labor and a market to sell it's novelties to us... and the rest of the world. What was under the sun yesterday is still under the moon light today. Why is it so hard to see? We can honor the fact that we we're brought here in chains, and treated like cattle, that devices found in every institution were put in place flagantly to keep us at this point, all the way up to about 40 yrs ago, and even after Dr. King's Dream was more or less realized, our people are still labeled as criminal elements no matter their status, and a majority of us still hold our breath under the poverty line... job or no job. The only thing that has changed is us and our recognition of who and what we are. Our perspective must be adjusted... we must adjust into a nation of
leaders... from the stupidest muthfucka to the smartest... That's the real change, the real difference. A nation... a mass of leaders... all on point, all ready to step up when the opportunity presents itself... from the phD to the dope-fiend. That's how we're built. A community where all proved, and all are given. From the baby to the
100 year-old lady... Imagine that!






So why shouldn't the Africans of America take the states they are most common in. due to the atrocities they suffered during and after slavery?
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