“Thank You!” Between the video and acknowledgments section of The Blues Cry For A Revolution there’s always more room to give props. Why? There are countless family, frat, and friends who poured into me. Whether it was opening y’all homes for me during my return to the states or freeing up an ear or…
‘Cause black people dying ain’t the only newsworthy issue.
Award-winning Poet and Writer, Rashaun J. Allen’s The Blues Cry For A Revolution is a poetry collection that navigates systemic oppression black victims, watchers, and resisters face in the United States. The versatile collection serves not only as a voice for those who have suffered and a mirror to those who ignore reality, but…
Delicate women among palm trees. Overt locking eyes in Susho. Movin’ motorbikes to get across town. Irregular prices for tourists Nuisances selling anything palmed in hands. Instant gratification from a blazing sun. Corrupt government. Is this America too? Ain’t nobody focused on a brown foreigner. Never get used to cold showers. Radiant pride; flags waves…
My measuring stick of beauty was breaking my neck over a fat booty. Twisting. Turning. Turning and twisting. A double take left an impression on my mind so vivid we were already dating by the time I said, “Hi.” Her passions nor her purpose mattered to me. When I learned her name I visualized her…
You feel passion about an injustice? You realize a law is not a right? Step up and step into a situation to change. Here are a couple rules to play the political game. Rule 1 – Set a goal to spread awareness about an issue. Put pressure on those in power to make a specific…
He doesn’t take the time to know you Like the way you dress is a reflection of your mood Draped in gray is a day hearing “I love you” is more than words Like your beauty is more than physical Your vibration is magic To be in sync Is to hear your heart beat as…
Somebody, somewhere is saying, “We got a good ass system.” We could change all the laws and still get ‘em We can box ‘em in so many wrongs; right won’t fit ‘em Walk up in the church not even Jesus can save ‘em Discrimination ain’t like our Granddaddies’ days But I swear there’s a sign…
