Something is better than nothing, right?
This is one of those statements that need to be eradicated from culture! NO! Something is not better than nothing! This statement keeps us from our highest potential. This statement has been a crutch for mediocrity and a grand contradiction in the education of families and the progression of communities. Such unconscious statements have survived our families and we keep them relative without actualizing the potential danger.
Continue reading Aim Higher! (take what you can?…)
The other day I was at a poetry spot and the host gently reminded the audience how magnificent the art was for the evening and that it had all been created by African American people. The crowd seemed to be in awe of themselves and apparently had forgotten our brilliance. It made me think of how perhaps we have allowed ourselves to be imitated and distorted so much and for so long that we now imitate the distorted image of what is given back to us. That comment provoked this blog. To hopefully encourage writer’s to remember the power and historical relevance of… THE WORD.
First let me mention, I am writing this from the perspective of Kemetic ancient studies. The antiquity of Africa. The land where the seven liberal arts formed the foundation for the Egyptian mystery systems, the first system of a documented resource for salvation. A sacred and complex study of disciplined curriculum for writing and teaching. Where breath transcended into sound, prayer, song, poem and eventually the eternal documentation for the cradle of civilization.
How important should a writer of color hold their art? Well, considering our ancestors were murdered for speaking, dancing, and writing in their original language, that question should encompass no space for denial. They were murdered for a language and lifestyle that supported true knowledge of self to escape the wheels of rebirth. A dance that made rain fall. A music that could be captured by soil. Today’s writers should hold their art very seriously. In fact, it should be held as the rest of the world views it, with reverent veneration! It is adored globally.
Continue reading Stolen Legacy: A Writer’s Remembrance
I remember when the Nobel Prize winning book, ‘Beloved’, was made into a movie. I was relieved I was finally going to be able to understand what the book was talking about. Like other Morrison fans, I understand that to indulge in one of her books you have to completely abandon yourself and become involved in the art. ‘Beloved’ was one of those books I had not been able to finish because I found it too complex. Or maybe it wasn’t complex at all, perhaps it was the direction that didn’t allow me to finish the book. I remember the narrative being very haunting when it spoke to me. There were times in the book when it spoke directly to me and I felt like I had to protect or defend for myself.
The other day when riding in my car, my 12 year old niece wanted desperately to listen to a hip hop radio station. Even though the language is altered to be radio ready, I cannot stomach the majority of the new hip hop music today. I agreed to let her change the channel from my jazz station and we began to listen to a song, “hit her with a left, hit her with a right, I’mma knock her out like fight night!” (those aren’t the exact words but definitely the intent and close to it). My niece knew the words and sat happy smiling and bouncing in the passenger side dancing to the song.
When we got home, I got on the internet and pulled the song up. I called my niece in my room and let her hear the real lyrics, “hit her with a left, hit her with a right, I’mma knock that p*ssy out like fight night!” The expression on my nieces’ face changed solemn. It was a mixture of embarrassment and disappointment. Needless to say, I was pleased to see that the narrative disturbed her and she didn’t want to listen to the whole song.
Continue reading B-E-L-O-V-E-D | hip hop