Ursula Rucker: Supa Sista

Supa Sista
I see you off in the distance
comin’ at me like a twister
packing more force than a four-time
heavyweight champion
kinkycoil topped cauldron
of pain, passion and black-mama strength
hellbent on
making your mark in this world

Angry ghetto-grown whril-a-girl

Hmmmm

swirlin’
twirlin’
your way
through the

darkest of days and
the brightest of nights
trying to fit some love… in…between

Supa Sista
Supa Sista Sista
Supa Sista
Supa Sista Sista

Supa Sista
I see you off in the distance
pistons ablaze
as you raise
your black mistas
to be

victors not victims
of systems and prisons
aimed at stifling their…visions

Your mission is clear
fear is not even an option
with your son on that frontline
ther’s no time
grab your tek9

Don’t give them suckas one second

to blink

Supa Sista
Supa Sista Sista
Supa Sista
Supa Sista Sista

Supa Sista
I see you off in the distance
gaining momentum
as you deconstruct their preconceived mis-conceptions

Blowing their notions
right up out the ocean
pathway to your auction

Rape
Hate
Blame
Conversion

I call on all Supa Sistras
to emerge from
the muck and the mire
set the brainwashed up masses on fire

I call on all Supa Sista
to enlist her
in-house divinity
see
We may plea..but never bargain
for the lives of our daughters and sons
there really needs to be just
one…love
one love
one love
there really needs to be just…

one love

just one love
just one love
just one love

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Staceyann Chin: Pity the Nation

I saw this on the blog Don’t Do That:

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.

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