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run me my money hothen we can talk abtwhat’s funny tho?run me my money ore-tribute this honeyso swell u think nou ain’t shit RUN ME MY MONEY HO

“A nice gathering like today is not enough. You have to go back, and reach out to your neighbors who don’t speak to you. And you have to reach out to your friends who think they are making it good, and get them to understand, that they, as well as you and I, can notContinue reading “Happy Birthday Ella Baker”

somebody almost walked off wit alla my stuff

Your children are not your children They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself They come through you but they are not from you And though they are with you, they belong not to you You may give them your love but not your thoughts They have their own thoughts They haveContinue reading “the bird sings | On Children”

black girli’m hereokay?still here. i’m sorryi could not be whatwas needbut noexcusesno moreppl wantu to beneed u to bemore and strong and lover manain’t comin back

Historian Gerald Horne has developed a grand theory of U.S. history as a series of devastating backlashes to progress—right down to the present day. — Read on http://www.bostonreview.net/articles/the-long-american-counter-revolution/

girlu think i wanted all thatresponse-ability? or was i mummied intoit mammy-jacked?what if all potential black fire could be made to tend thedying embersof da west? or do we bend backto africa! garvey hadthe direction, now we need perpetual insurrection

when they’re at the club i hope it’s luvand not just club love but real warm and cozywhen they’re at barshe’s her staror so they saywhen they’re at the clubi hope it’s love in her eyes and his cup never spills and they dance likeforever butnot actually foreverjust long enuf for the illusion to holdandContinue reading “when they’re at the club”

for alicia. in memory of bernadette mayer. we went to the bar with no men. it was dirty cuz the late-night shift was lazyand anyway i was on the late-night shiftbut we were at the bar with no menand since i worked a double shift the night before, i helped myself to a bottle ofContinue reading “utopia #1”

Berndette Mayer’s seventh book was published by Anne Waldman and Lewis Warsh’s Angel Hair Books (Lenox, Massachusetts and New York, New York) in 1977. 8.5 x 11 inches. Side stapled. 400 copies. This copy unbound and with anonymous previous owner’s addition of page numbering and marginalia in red felt-tip ink. — Read on eclipsearchive.org/projects/ERUDITIO/eruditio.html