The Arts

The Journey to Ghana

I struggle here, in America
We hunted like wild game
Emasculated daily
Images of torture
Places in the south we still can’t go

Abdullah Shabazz: Hip Hop Rising

As in the interview, Abdullah shares his transparent journey of laying his hands on a woman the one and only time in his life. “It was a mistake and it cost me…”

Year of Da King: Positive Images of Black Men

I think the movement is important to Chicago because currently men are being demonized and all thrown into a bag there is no balance in the narrative that is being put out.  I personally don’t think there is an attack on masculinity.

Morning

I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …

Drops of Ink: My Poetry

One of the forthcoming works in this book is entitled Welcome Home. It’s a series of stanza I call heart letters. They are written to a father after three decades of absence in the life of his son…

Justice is not Equal

How is it that a Black or Brown citizen can be punished for growing up in an impoverished environment, but white people can use privilege as a defense to escape murder charges and walk free?  Is this how we make American great again?

Spoken Word Legend Blaq Ice

Despite attempts to boycott my shows, by some in the poetry community, they continued to be sold out. I have one philosophy, counter hate with love.

My Journey: The Album

Well, folks, it’s here.  After all these years I have finally completed my first Hip Hope CD.  How did I …

It feels like months

Where have I traveled?

A place of mystery and uncertainty

I can’t believe I am here

In this place, at this moment

Thinking, relishing, questioning

My purpose, my call, my existence

Surrounded but alone

Clinging to hope yet untethered

Trapped in the crevices of thought

I’ve traveled here before

It’s uncomfortable, that face, the reflection

Its shadow reaching out to hug me

Whispers of I love you, you have a purpose

You exist for a reason

I don’t embrace it

I turn off the light

Tears run down the mirror

I’ve been here before, it hasn’t been days

It’s been hours

In front of an empty table

Food cold, coffee bland, water lukewarm

Depression says hello

 

Lecrae: Why They Hate Him

The racial divide in Christianity is so real and a recent comparison between Lecrae and NF, in a premierechristianity.com blog, …

FireKeeper: A Voice for All Generations

Her voice, hard, subtle, strong, melodious, and powerful.  She doesn’t have to work at grabbing the attention of any audience, it’s simply a gift that comes with her anointing.  She is a retired teacher but she has never stopped educating.  

The Legacy, The Icon…Blaq Ice

Chicago’s own Blaq Ice, one of the best entertainers in Chicago talks about his work in Chicago and the P.O.E.T organization.