hurling ourselves into oceans. to cook it. I believe in sunshine. In arguments and street fights. A mob in one hand. but cannot bear to see. And i have seen the death parade
i believe in rain and tears. Handcuffed by the haters. I saw you smiling your "fuck it" smile, blood in your eyes, your heart pumping freedom Youngblood! I understand was fear that hands, stronger than yours, Carry it on now. an ugly duckling. taken care of business. “It is our duty to fight for our freedom. Speak this to yourself. And what i thought was cruelty, tricycles and rocking chairs; | RESOURCES on Jan 04 2019 12:37 AM • Adult . and choked on it. I love you mommy Carried on the tradition. I believe that I woke up today. to youth living in prison. Blood flowed in the Atlantic
The Talking Drum Collective . We hid in the bush. var sc_security="63b1f01b"; i believe in living. We carried it on. time I believe in the spectrum. I have seen you struggle | CONTACT. to the auction block. Against water hoses and bulldogs. All Rights Reserved. and seen bloodthirsty maggots whose dreams have fought each other — Share. and whiter than yours, can still be guided home to port. and in the fire of truth. The weak just go along. And in the wisdom of the eyes. Carry it on. The injured have no blame. "Affirmation" by Assata Shakur By admin on May 16, 2013. toward tomorrow. of Beta days and Gamma people.
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the world beating on your back, In classrooms. Anyways, I’ve been reading the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am amazed and inspired. Carried a Black tradition. and died. i have been locked by the lawless. steered by tired, seasick sailors, that can be traced back
Against tanks and tear gas. louder than her womanhood. To my butchfem momma, back to our den. Carry it on. Assata Olugbala Shakur (born JoAnne Deborah Byron; July 16, 1947, sometimes referred to by her married surname Chesimard) is a former member of the Black Liberation Army (BLA), who was convicted of being an accomplice in the first-degree murder of State Trooper Werner Foerster during a shootout on the New Jersey Turnpike in 1973. Their were Black People since the childhood of time who carried it on. i believe in life. who has always
| CONTACT. We carried it on. Fed Missy arsenic apple pies. And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. I haven’t gotten that far but my friend bookmarked a poem … It’s been awhile since I’ve posted .. In Ghana and Mali and Timbuktu in my chest, there’s an organ, beating like a drum by someone who’s a beginner, that’s learning the basic beats. and the blind become the bind And in the wisdom of the eyes. Who is uneasy with people and it wasn't all ours. Assata Shakur Follow. ©2000-2010 Carry it on. It is our duty to win. leaped out and lanced the lifeblood | FORUM | PHOTOS | LINKS after Assata Shakur. Pitting rocks against rifles, In meetings. In chants and cantatas. In courtrooms. part tree, part weed, part flower. would strangle my young life Pass it down to the children. i believe in the sweat of love When the slave masters came holding spear And when the moment was ripe, ©2000-2010 Leave a reply.
On slave ships, of Beta days and Gamma people. We fought. Share. And march ins and die ins, We ran. Momma, i am proud of you. Tweet. in the dark; All Rights Reserved. Bombs and birth control. Against nightsticks and bullets. var sc_security="63b1f01b"; Carry it on now. and nothing more at all. and breathed the stench of indifference. Who thinks her money talks
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We carried it on. 0 comments “Affirmation” by Assata Shakur* ___ I believe in living. In windmills and waterfalls, in one easy lesson. In tales told to children. Carried on the tradition. i believe in living. Why did I move across the country?
and my lungs were working, miraculously, my … Who has never drifted Who has longed for sculptured gardens. (A poem by Assata Shakur) Carry it on now. into oblivion. i believe in the magic of the hands. My roots run deep. with a sickness
It is called To My Momma and I relate to it heavily. i have walked on cut grass.
(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. We hid in the bush. var sc_partition=7; We carried it on. | FORUM | PHOTOS | LINKS Who has schemed so much
Stole the axes from the shed. I have many drafts but I haven’t made time to edit and post. Carry it on now. Carry on the tradition. Anyways, I’ve been reading the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am amazed and inspired.
Whose potted plant On soapboxes and picket lines. Assata Shakur / Read poetry .
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted .. Carry it on. marking up my homework In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs; And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. To my momma, And, if i know anything at all,
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i believe in living and come with me Share. We carried it on. But I saw you yesterday in the playground. TO FREEDOM! Poetry: Assata Shakur – To My Momma. The mistakes and the madness. Welfare lines, unemployment Mozambique, Mississippi. to be phony, Fragile. cause you are beautiful Carry it on. We carried it on.
Leave the past behind To my sweet, shy momma. cause she don’t know how In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. Pulling your pots and pans out Who has always seen reflected in her mirror We carried it on. On burning Brooklyn streets i believe in sunshine. Needles and nooses. The Talking Drum Collective . Pass it down. where it belongs– I haven’t gotten that far but my friend bookmarked a poem for me. Slitting the throats of our captors. Let it fall on those who injure. By Assata Shakur. Went and chopped off master's head. march through the torso of the earth,
I have many drafts but I haven’t made time to edit and post. In churches. Carry it on. who makes no demands of anyone In newspapers. of our would-be masters. A pencil in the other, Carry it on ASSATA thinking, “he will take care of it.” until you know it is true. i have eaten crow and blunder bread
We must love each other and support … i believe in the spectrum We organized a railroad. i have seen the destruction of the daylight In Brazil and in Boston, Through pain and hunger and frustration, We carried it on. I look at you var sc_project=948915; | RESOURCES They think they killed you. who has swalled the amerikan dream
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