Doctrine of Scramble Manifest

You can not define me.

I Too… (parte deux)

...but these lines wasn't born here. They was stolen. And for that, I'll never let you forget where your home is. Even if we've been gone to long to ever again rightfully own it. But to our ancestral memory of a ship docking from shore, I'll always be beholden. From sea to shining sea, I'll…

Perfection

I'd like to thank Africa for this color. Grammie's seven up cake for this stomach. Grandaddy's red beans and rice for these thighs. My mama for these eyes. Chukwu for this life. Muma for those books. The Ancestors for the resolve to remember. And Ron for the strength I found after everything he took. Perfection…

Story Time

Lemme tell you wha had happened. Erased from our mental history were the memories of a identity worth having. So we're mixed. American with some Cherokee too, add some creole and geechee, but only because you don't know enough to know- them latter groups was niggas too. ...anything and everything but being what we are:…

African American

Languageless. Nationless. Faceless. ...but everyone knows who we are. Forever in our purgatory of races, but I'll never let us forget who we were. Children of Nzinga, Ashanti and Taytu. Our ancestry implacable and unmistakable at once. ...even if we can't greet our siblings in our ancestrally shared tongues. I am African. I am American.…

Toujou Sonje Ayiti

...But be still. Because to know Haiti is to know pride and determination. To know Haiti, is to know hope. The nation, the people that fought until waters ran red with the blood of our oppressors, will rise again...