LaShawnda Jones

Poem: Why did God make me Black? by RuNell Ni Ebo

Lord, Lord Why did You make me Black? Why did You make someone the world wants to hold back? Black is the color of dirty clothes, the color of grimy hands and feet. Black is the color of darkness, the color of tire-beaten streets. Why did You give me thick lips, a broad nose andContinueContinue reading “Poem: Why did God make me Black? by RuNell Ni Ebo”

Poem: Sister, Sister II

She avoided me for eleven years. Whatever her reasons, no rejection has ever hurt more. Most of those absent years she called me on my birthday to let me know she was still alive. Quite honestly, her voice was the best present every time. **Read full post.**

ACAD: National Judgement, Isaiah 2

The Future House of God The word that Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem. In days to come the mountain of the Lord’s house shall be established as the highest of the mountains, and shall be raised above the hills; all the nations shall stream to it. Many peoples shall come and say,ContinueContinue reading “ACAD: National Judgement, Isaiah 2”

Poem: Be Anything

I had such bright hopes and dreams when I believed I could be anything I tried strived over-achieved if thoughts manifest reality the American Dream wouldn’t be unreachable and life would be different all I truly wanted was freedom to be me without threat, violence shame or compromise how tragic being me proved to beContinueContinue reading “Poem: Be Anything”

ACAD: National Judgement, Isaiah 1

The vision concerning Judah (Judea) and Jerusalem that Isaiah son of Amoz Amos) saw during the reigns of Uzziah, Jotham, Ahaz and Hezekiah, kings of Judah. A Rebellious Nation Hear me, you heavens! Listen, earth! For the Lord has spoken: “I reared children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against me. The ox knows its master, the donkey its owner’s manger, but Israel does notContinueContinue reading “ACAD: National Judgement, Isaiah 1”

Isabel de Olvera: I Demand Justice.

Isabel de Olvera: I Demand Justice.
“I am going on the expedition to New Mexico and have some reason to fear that I may be annoyed by some individual since I am a mulatta, and it is proper to protect my rights in such an eventuality by an affidavit showing that I am a free woman, unmarried and the legitimate daughter of Hernando, a Negro, and an Indian named Magdalena….” 1600 AD
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When did you become radicalized?

When were you radicalized?
A Self-Reflection Exercise.
When did you first see yourself in the struggle?
When did you become unapologetic?
When did you know you wouldn’t turn back?
When did you acknowledge your trauma?
When did you acknowledge your helplessness?
When did you acknowledge your rage?
When did you acknowledge your grief?

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Poem: Trauma of the unseen by LaShawnda Jones

Impossible to know if the
Traumatized have no awareness of their state
One revels in solitude because loneliness
has become a way of life

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Poem: Death is passive. Killing is not.

Poem: Death is passive, killing is not. by LaShawnda Jones

Breathing is active.
Breath is sacred.
Air is life.
We are all created beings
with the same Right to Life
and unhindered breathing.
Access to air should not depend on
Assumptions, opinions, political views,
Occupation, wealth, social status,
Skin color, mood, hatred of fellow humans
or self-hatred. Access to air should
not require legislation.
Yet here we are.

Poem: Gwendolyn Brooks: America in the Wintertime by Haki R. Madhubuti

religiously taking note of the bloodlust enemies of kindness

we hear your last words:

america

if you see me as your enemy

you have no

friends.