Engaging truth with humor, Amiri Baraka spoke from the
heart. On the banks of a misrepresented holiday his mention of slavery’s
makeover and new name was the perfect start. He expressed his enjoyment of
“hearing young folks recite poems” while walking around, then in came the
corporation to tear them down. No… We’re not free! We’re just caught up in
another form of slavery. Another way to police poetry meetings and control what
comes out of people’s mouth. Yes, just another way to implement injustice
dictatorship to hold folks back. Exploring avenue upon avenue to see what we
are willing to accept evidences the depth of what they think they will get.
Stupid maybe as stupid does, but only an idiot thinks his enemy is dumb. The
fight has always been for control so they hinder our soul. Money is thrown to
co-opt our goals making them someone else's. Don’t dare fight back there is
a cell for outspoken artist no matter how modest.
Mr. Baraka’s words flowed with poetics, whether he was
reciting poetry or simply speaking to us. He flooded gates of thought
throughout the room addressing the real question, “How to get OUT of hell?”
Coming from an era where even humble expressions made you a criminal he
insisted we organize our various strategies. He advocated coming together to
craft an art that creates the future substantiating the current flowing within
in us all.
As a Husband, a Father, a Comrade, Our Brother Baraka gave
back our “um boom boom”. Stolen by thieves in broad day light our history has
become his story. At the bottom of the Atlantic a railroad was laid. Human
bones of our ancestors displayed the amount of oppression they were willing to
take. We never voted to be poor or live in the slums. Stripping us of
everything down to our favorite color disrupted a frequency we still strive to
recover. They call it the blues so snappy the tune of our music where our story
is hidden. True consciousness who we are we must teach our children. Belting
either shut up and be a slave or stand up and fight, he influenced the dynamic of
self is worth the fight. Once criminals, they are now the politicians, teachers
and leaders who generate constant propaganda filtering thought out of senses.
That’s why they took our drum, our language, our tongue. To find a vibration
cut off does not thump when swinging from ones neck. Even on the black market
you can’t sale your skin. Embrace that within and talk back to those whom you
can’t stand. Make sure you paint with colors leaving them more than enough room
to wander.
His serious jokes made us more than laugh. From mocking his
Grand Daughter who put him out her room and warned “don’t touch my stuff!” To
proclaiming if Elvis is the King, James Brown is God. Naturally the rich are
full of more shit considering they do eat more makes since. For a Man whose
been kicked out of college and out the air force no one disagreed he knows some
folks who are willing to get down. The illusion says racism is over when clearly
it’s the beginning. The beginning of the end of a simmering bout and at this
point there is only one way out. Kindred spirits have been suffocated, starved
of truth and stuff with lies. How through enemy eyes do you find the prize? Now
you see yourself not human, incapable, a problem. Oh, is that why it’s easy to
let someone else solve them. Where are our fundamentals our self-aware
credentials? No more avoiding the world is messed up talk. No more skipping a
beat to let them speak. Now is the time, with ideologies combined we shall
liberates minds not for the kind of those who have no soul but for the taste of
aesthetics all our own.
Amiri Baraka will always Feed The People! His impact is a driving force behind many of which some don’t even know it. His pushing back against unjust civility left a trail for youth to make their own. Encouraging individual effort to aid the unit he impressed valor upon us all…
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