Misunderstood

Adolescence lost 

Rebellious youth scorned like ashes after a fire

Emptiness inside left with no desire

No love for life rigid without fear

Hidden pain with pride never seeing a tear

 Forced to be a man at 12 years of age

Fake characters in my life and the worlds a stage

Anger is my identity

Destroying the man inside of me 

No excuse mentality

Critics spit and laugh at me

My life is a war and I’m the casualty 

This life is what I’m forced to live

No handouts no one has anything to give

I have to wear this mask to create respect

The future isn’t promised, Nothing to expect

Adolescence lost

What shall we teach our children by Anthony Collier

Our children are our future. If they die, then we will cease to exist. With that being said, what shall we teach them? How can they be saved from the destruction and damnation that they are headed for as we speak? Some years back, the grand master teacher John Henrik Clarke gave a lecture on Booker T. Washington, Marcus Garvey, and Self Help. One of the most profound statements that he made was that once you take away a peoples historical memory and their cultural confidence, you’ve got them. Two summers ago I read the Willie Lynch letters, and what then was profound to me was the statement about making the slave seem as though he is a floating ball in a vacuum. He ultimately meant that in order to completely have a person in submission it is of the utmost importance to disconnect him from his past; you must wipe his memory away. The purpose of this note is to vent. I have been debating for several years with folk about the relevance of a people’s history in their future.



“The relationship of a people to their history is the same as that of a mother to her child.” If this be true, then Afrikan of the United States are orphans; they are motherless children. Just today a Yoruba brother told me that there is not success in dwelling in the past, we will never have a bright future. He argued that teaching kids and other folk about oppression is not the key. What I was trying to convey to this brother was that inasmuch as the Afrikan world has suffered over this last 500 years, this suffering is only a fragment of our total existence. I was trying to get across the fact that before our holocaust, there was grandeur; when Europe was plunged into the period they called the dark ages, there, in Spain and inner West Afrika, we had our third golden age. But what does this mean to adults and our children? It means everything. You cannot oppress a historically conscious people; the tragedy is that we and our children have lost our memory.



We think of our history as a discussion about slavery and cotton fields and lynching and such. When they look a little further, they only think of nakedness and savagery in the jungle of Afrika. We need to teach our children the grandeur that existed behind the slavery curtain. Teach them about the Moors and what they did in Europe and the Mediterranean. Teach them how those Afrikans introduced science and engineering and masonry and universal education into Spain. Go across the Sahara into inner West Afrika and look at the Ghana, Mali, and Songhai. Teach them about how these black folk ruled nations; teach them how there was order and an unwritten moral and ethic code that governed these folk. Teach these babies the international and intercontinental reputation that these black sovereigns had. Demonstrate to the young ones that learning an intellectual stimulation was the norm in those days. Most importantly, teach that young man how the black woman was treated during the golden age. Turn him on to the fact that there was no such word as wife beating; the black women was honored and respected; she was equal to the men, not his inferior!!!



The essential message that we must get across is the fact that what we see and know now amongst our people is the result of our holocaust. We have been written out of history and made to believe that our actions today are who we are. These barbaric behaviors that we exhibit are not our natural propensities; this is a learned behavior. Our children must be taught about ancient Egypt (Kemet). It was the first civilization known to man. That civilization started in the south in Ethiopia not the Mediterranean as some would have us to believe. This is what Chancellor Williams was talking about in Chapter 2 of Destruction of Black Civilization entitled “Egypt: Ethiopia’s Oldest Daughter.” Let that black boy and girl know that his ancestors led the race into the arena marked civilization. When your son comes home with an F in math and says it’s too hard, you tell that damned fool that his people created mathematics!!!! You teach that baby his past, and then you will doubtless unlock his future. This will give them an unprecedented confidence in his or her ability. The black girl will no longer lay back and be passive and subservient to a man for she will know of the great Yaa Asantewaa and her battles against the British. In times of crisis, she can look to Queen Nzinga for guidance.
My major thrust here is that we must first become thirsty for knowledge of who we are. Once that is done, then we can teach our children who they once were and ultimately what they can be. We will look beyond the slavery curtain and see what we once were and be proud. To be sure, just by virtue of my studies of Afrika, no matter where I am or who I am with, I can be proud and cocky than a motherfuka!!! Just the other day I had a debate with my frat brothers about this same subject. This is why I can be around my many white friends – yeah I have them – and stand like a giant on the back of those who came before me. When they say, “Who is Oludumare, and why do you worship him and not Jesus,” I have enough cultural confidence to defend my spirituality as opposed to being a coward and letting them coax me into their way of life. I too have enough background knowledge of the origins of his beliefs and ultimately prove to him that his came from mine. Because of my history, I am strong. I respect all people, and like the great Ahmed Baba of Timbuktu, I keep god and science. Dear reader, dig up your past and learn from it. It is the blue print for the future. Without it, we are doomed. Teach your kids that they came from much more than slavery; teach them their greatness and watch them grow.



There is a reason that Afrikan history is not taught to our babies. That reason is that you will no longer have jails filled with brown folk like me; instead you will have libraries and lecture halls over crowed just like the ones at the University of Sankore in West Afrikan back in the day. Your children will be debating over Dubois and Booker T. or Martin Luther King and Ella Baker instead of Lil’Wayne and Jay Z. Those kids are our future, and we must protect them and it. All they and we need is our memory and confidence in our culture. Then no one will frown when I say my son’s name is Abiola Denzel Atanda or my daughter’s is Harlem Yaa Asantewaa because this will be the norm. They will no longer look to Europe and European lifestyles as the quintessence of humanity for they will look in their past and their mirror for that. This type of teach in will promote race pride and not race hate or race inferiority. Wouldn’t it be great to see no crime or violence? Teach them their past and see what happens. 

Ras Kass

Eyes wide open

Reaching for the alarm clock after sex I look in the mirror

Another night of ego gratification

Identity still not found

Soul driven to a million desolate places

In search of something

Sexual demons and immaturity I’m hold bound

I’m just a man driven by physical ambition

Blinded by lust and immorality unable to listen

Emotional constipation, defines my complacency 

Cold sweat fills the bed, sanity seems bleak

A night with her I’m able to sleep

I have to wake up and face reality

Time slows down and my head begins to spin

A world filled with corruption

My heart seems to fit in

My spirit is unwavering

ONe day I will rest with my eyes wide open

Until that day this is life I have chosen 

UNTOLD BLACK HISTORY: The Black Chinese

Confessions of a B.E.T. Producer Part II

Tribute to Marcus Garvey

Liberate the minds of men and ultimately you will liberate the bodies of men. Marcus Garvey 

God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be. Follow always that great law. Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement. 

Marcus Garvey

 

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. 

Marcus Garvey

"Up! You mighty race, you can accomplish what you will."

Marcus Garvey

Marcus Mosiah Garvey, one of the greatest leaders African people have produced, was born August 17, 1887 in St. Ann's Bay, Jamaica, and spent his entire life in the service of his people--African people. He was bold; he was uncompromising, and he was one of the most powerful orators on record. He could literally bring his audiences to a state of mass hysteria. Garvey emphasized racial pride. His goal was nothing less that the total and complete redemption and liberation of African people around the planet. His dream was the galvanization of Black people into an unrelenting steamroller that could never be defeated. I consider myself, along with many others, as one of Garvey's children.

As a young man of fourteen, Garvey left school and worked as a printer's apprentice. He participated in Jamaica's earliest nationalist organizations, traveled throughout Central America, and spent time in London, England, where he worked with the Sudanese-Egyptian nationalist Duse Mohamed Ali. In 1916 Garvey was invited by Booker T. Washington to come to the United States in the hopes of establishing an industrial training school, but arrived just after Washington died.

In March 1916, shortly after landing in America, Garvey embarked upon an extended period of travel. When he finally settled down, he organized a chapter of the Universal Negro Improvement Association and African Communities League. The UNIA & ACL had been formed in Jamaica in 1914. Its motto was "One God, One Aim, One Destiny," and pledged itself to the redemption of Africa and the uplift of Black people everywhere. It aimed at race pride, self-reliance and economic independence.

Within a few years Garvey had become the best-known and most dynamic African leader in the Western Hemisphere and perhaps the entire world. In 1919 Mr. Garvey created an international shipping company called the Black Star Line. By 1920 the UNIA had hundreds of divisions. It hosted elaborate international conventions and published a weekly newspaper entitled the Negro World.

No other organization in modern times has had the prestige and the impact as the UNIA & ACL. During the 1920s UNIA divisions existed throughout North, South and Central America, the Caribbean, Africa, Europe and Australia.

Message to a Queen

Her essence and soul sustains my life
Her radiant nubian skin calms the night
Two dark complected bodies merge as one
As our lips touch sweat drips but our passion is undone
Her touch paralyze my body and I'm unable to speak
Her nurturing hand guides me to her spot causing her to weep
Passionately drowning in her inhibitions
I see the sun, the moon, the stars, and the seas
She is my black queen
Lost inside her womb is where life became to be
She is the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs
My fortress from oppression, because of her I am sane
As she climaxes she digs deeply in my skin
As I caress her every motion serenity begins
The world ceases to exist and time stops
For she is my fuel and I worship every drop
For only a black woman can understand who I am and what I mean
For this is just a message to my strong beautiful black queen

Dr. John Henrik Clarke - The Afrikan Mind Pt 1

Nappy hair is divine

Like Christ, "His son" and all the founders of world religions, God Himself has
kinky, nappy hair -according tot he Bible, where God or the "Ancient of Days"
is described as having "hair like the pure wool." (Dan. 7:9) The Power that
causes galaxies to spiral, and planets & atoms to spin; that causes the double
helix spiral of the DNA molecules -this same spiraling power causes spiraling
hair... otherwise known as NAPPY, kinky, curly, frizzy, wavy, WOOLLY hair! The
words, SPIN, SPIRAL, and SPIRITUAL have common roots! The Supreme Power spins;
spirals; it is spiritual. It moves or spirals the universe! The entire 
universe dances in spirals and rotations; everything in ti reflects the 
"SPIRaling, SPIRitual" essence out of which it is made! The "SPIRal,"
especially the Golden Spiral, is simultaneously the most profound motion and 
design in the universe -built into all lifeforms, from seashelss to man, to
spiraling nappy hair! Your blood spirals through your veins! Plants spiral
up from the soiil! And nappy hair spirals out from the hair roots! Ball your
hand into a fist and slowly extend each finger and you will see for yourself
how the tip of each finger opens in a golden spiral path! Straight-haired
people also have a spiral on their heads, visible as a whorl pattern with its
center in the back of the head, where their straight hai grows out slanting in
the whorl's direction. Wooly haired people have both, the whorl pattern and
the individually spiraling strands of helixal, coiled, spring-like, nappy hair
... the choice of the gods!

Black History Amnesia: The Unknown History of Civil Rights

Black History Month is about informing citizens of the hurdles and heroes of America’s climb toward civil rights and equality. How interesting, then, that so many race-related political myths continue to be perpetuated by Democrats who know better. 

Consider the remarks Hillary Clinton’s contention that President Lyndon Johnson was the driving force behind the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964. As any fair examination of history reveals, a large share of the legislative credit for the bill’s passage must go to that other senator from Illinois—Republican Minority Leader Everett Dirksen. 

Just look at the historical record. As Lyndon Johnson told Hubert Humphrey: "Now you know that bill can't pass unless you get Ev[erett] Dirksen.” 

Indeed, LBJ biographer Robert Caro notes that prior to 1957, Johnson “had never supported civil rights legislation—any civil rights legislation,” including anti-lynching legislation. His private behavior toward blacks was appalling. Robert Parker, LBJ’s longtime black employee and limousine chauffeur, claims that Johsnon blasted him daily with a blizzard of bigoted slurs. And even as LBJ was being praised by liberals for his appointment of Thurgood Marshall to the Supreme Court, behind closed doors LBJ’s cynical brand of “identity politics” became clear. As presidential historian Robert Dallek recounts, LBJ explained his decision to a staff member by saying, “"Son, when I appoint a nig—r to the court, I want everyone to know he's a nig—r." 

Dr. Rodney Shabazz Introduction to Kemetic Sciences Part1

The Night is Young

Calm dark skies simmer in peace

The Moon is still

The unrelenting winds find no boundaries 

Yet the silence of the air caresses pathways unseen

The night is young

The midst of the dark is insightful 

It soothes the soul, but eases the spirit

Tranquility is lost in nature’s innocence

It is found in the adolescence of serene darkness

Its reflection is caught by the radiance of the stars

Trapped by the jealousy of the sun’s light

Only the wisdom of the night knows the lessons it will teach

But it is still young

My fam

My cousin, little brother and Me 

Red Polka- Dot Bowtie

Sundays, too, my father got up early

Sweet blueberry pancakes awoken us from our slumber

Firmly pressed pinned striped suits awaited

I hated wearing red polka dot bow ties

Unyielding baritone voice from mother sought direction

To prevent blistering anger my brother and I listened 

Father was free from verbal assassinations 

His callous mindset built monuments of weariness

Mother never questioned his motives

Not in front of my brother and I at least

"How was service?" (He would say..)

"Great!!!" (My nonchalant response)

"You look like a man in your bow tie!!" (Father replied)

I guess I have to be because you’re never there (confused thoughts)

My father was idol, my inspiration, my everything

It didn’t matter, I didn’t know him

All I remembered was the same remark he made about my bow tie

The red polka dots made me feel like the man I never knew

I took the bow tie off and put it back in the drawer

I don’t want to wear that damn bow tie anymore! 

Welcome

Peace, love, and elevation

I've been wanting to create a blog for awhile now, but based on a little apprehension and anxiety I procrastinated but here it is. This blog will be about my deepest thoughts, vulnerabilities, and insecurities. I will depict my attitudes and ideologies on society and the westernized world. I will post you tube videos, my poetry and everything else that entails the capacity of truth. Enjoy and remember life is about finding your true potential and reach it to it's fullest capacity. 


I believe not only is black beautiful but it is powerful beyond confinement. I think the plight of the black community is the direct result of the lack of knowledge of self and a detrimental dependence on external forces that deprive us our of true potential. Furthermore, I started this blog not only contribute to an overall cultural confidence that's lacking in the black community but to create a mindset that the capacity of truth can physically, socially, and spiritually empower you to do things that society has instilled in you that you didn't have the ability to do.


My blog is dedicated to the poets, truth seekers, artists, and anyone else who want to understand the capacity of truth. Relax, I encourage debate and discussion. Remember, you can bend it and twist it.... you can misuse and abuse it, but even God can not change the truth.