Remember we're all one and need to begin to live in unison with less friction so there's no need for police and politician all we need is love as our religion uniting all Muslims, Jews, Buddhist, Hindus, and Christian African, Asian, Hispanic and Caucasian.
All united as one we're not quitting untilthe job is done until we are all living together having fun all utilizing our skills and talents for one mission to live in a new position were there's no more competition
Peace, love and unity is the message and the vision so please turn off your your tel lie vision tune inside yourself and begin to listen remember you are GOD in the flesh that has now risen whether you're Muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindu or Christian
- Natural
Dear Black Lives Matters
I was never one for saying the Pledge
Hand over heart in grade school
All that rhetoric about gods and republics
Seemed like a fairy tale, an origin myth
But let me ask, to those who do think
Allegiance means something
Those last seven words
Indivisible, with
Liberty and Justice
For all
What do these words mean
What obligation do I have to you
And you to me
And us to them
Is "one nation" a misprint
An advertising slogan
Do we get a free gift with purchase
If we sign up now?
Snowflakes in Summertime
In every state another crime
Blackfeet walk a thousand miles
He said:
“The revolution will not be televised”
She said
“It’s an artist’s duty te reflect the times”
NEWSFLASH: 2016
We are back on the streets
Marching against white supremacists
baptized in the same bloody ignorance
Their ancestors did and they keep it going
Traded conical hats in badges showing
Our fists are lit like Black Panter breed
The other hand carrying signs for the world to read
We are done being excluded for free
BLACK LIVES MATTERS
"Being Hope (part 1)
We burned so hot in 1980 we all stopped screaming.
The pain
The burn
Felt good.
That year five Miami cops were acquitted
In another jurisdiction
Of killing Arthur McDuffie.
In 1980 we burned.
Arthur McDuffie
A black insurance salesman
Arthur McDuffie
A former Marine
Arthur McDuffie
Driving a motorbike through a desolate overpass after midnight in Overtown.
Overtown Miami U S A.
In 1980 nobody dreamed of pulling out their phones and recording their daily atrocities in Overtown or Liberty City, or Vietnam that grungy Cuban hood next to 1-95 in little Havana.
Like Reagan to AIDS, we all looked the other way.
But rage won't subside
When evidence of a blood-lust beating, bare fisted and starring a Billy club smashed between McDuffie's eyes, comes to light.
Despite the proof
The mound of flesh
The wounds that bled through the cover story,
There was no crime.
The law enforcers were acquitted.
They enforced the law of their land repugnant and righteous as it was in the face of injustice.
The officers beamed never sweating the possibility they'd be punished.
The fires.
The uprising.
The innocents and the unhinged
Dead or wounded at the crossroads of my first real taste of police injustice.
Miami burned.
Brutality burned.
So long ago.
So long ago."
- JC Agustin
America doesn't exist without Black lives
Without Black labor
Without Black creativity
Without Black intelligence
Black love
Black humor
Black perseverance
America is Black
From the roots of its music
To the tangle of its hair
Our destiny is manifest
In these people
Black people
Our people
Obviously