Sunday, April 12, 2020

April Is National Poetry Month!

April Is National Poetry Month!

Today I shine the spotlight on this revolutionary sister, a rebel with a cause, a political activist, an iconic Black Panther (BPP), and a former member of the Black Liberation Army (BLA). This Sister has written an autobiography entitled, “Assata: Autobiography,” detailing the events that unfolded on the New Jersey Turnpike and being granted political asylum in Cuba. Without further ado, Let me drop this jewel.



I believe in living.
I believe in the spectrum
of Beta days and Gamma people.
I believe in sunshine.
In windmills and waterfalls,
tricycles and rocking chairs.
And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.
And sprouts grow into trees.
I believe in the magic of the hands.
And in the wisdom of the eyes.
I believe in rain and tears.
And in the blood of infinity.
I believe in life.
And I have seen the death parade
march through the torso of the earth,
sculpting mud bodies in its path.
I have seen the destruction of the daylight,
and seen bloodthirsty maggots
prayed to and saluted.
I have seen the kind become the blind
and the blind become the bind
in one easy lesson.
I have walked on cut glass.
I have eaten crow and blunder bread
and breathed the stench of indifference.
I have been locked by the lawless.
Handcuffed by the haters.
Gagged by the greedy.
And, if I know anything at all,
it’s that a wall is just a wall
and nothing more at all.
It can be broken down.
I believe in living.
I believe in birth.
I believe in the sweat of love
and in the fire of truth.
And I believe that a lost ship,
steered by tired, seasick sailors,
can still, be guided home
to port.

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