— James Baldwin
— James Baldwin
#NoKings
#NoKings
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Rest in Peace my friend 🙏🏽
Rest in Peace my friend 🙏🏽
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
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Speak evil.
Live evil.
Darkness always calls you back home.
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
Speak evil.
Live evil.
Darkness always calls you back home.
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
Albert Einstein
Albert Einstein
we. are. not. a. colony.
not your backdrop for war games
or Black pain on replay.
no more taxes
with no voice.
no more boots
to stomp our choice.
from malcolm’s park
to plaza’s flame—
the streets be shoutin
our true name.
this ain’t chaos.
this clarity.
not a riot—
but a prophecy.
we. are. not. a. colony.
not your backdrop for war games
or Black pain on replay.
no more taxes
with no voice.
no more boots
to stomp our choice.
from malcolm’s park
to plaza’s flame—
the streets be shoutin
our true name.
this ain’t chaos.
this clarity.
not a riot—
but a prophecy.
~Alice Walker
~Alice Walker
they called it scandal.
we called it rape.
he flew first class,
we prayed escape.
the cameras flashed,
they turned their backs.
girls in chains
while men made stacks.
america shrugged.
power grinned.
but we remember
everything.
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
#EpsteinFiles
they called it scandal.
we called it rape.
he flew first class,
we prayed escape.
the cameras flashed,
they turned their backs.
girls in chains
while men made stacks.
america shrugged.
power grinned.
but we remember
everything.
©️MustafaSantiagoAli
#EpsteinFiles
but it has not solved one yet."
— Maya Angelou
#Resister #ProudBlue
but it has not solved one yet."
— Maya Angelou
#Resister #ProudBlue
how many prayers
must we stack
before the ceiling cracks?
how many babies
must we bury
before the ground
refuses us?
stop calling it tragedy
when it’s policy.
stop calling it freedom
when our children
are the collateral.
we deserve a country
that loves them enough
to keep them alive.
how many prayers
must we stack
before the ceiling cracks?
how many babies
must we bury
before the ground
refuses us?
stop calling it tragedy
when it’s policy.
stop calling it freedom
when our children
are the collateral.
we deserve a country
that loves them enough
to keep them alive.
you wore your Black like a morning suit—
creased with hope, stitched in fire,
made the mic a pulpit
and the White House a choir.
they called it impossible.
you called it tuesday.
made yes we can
sound like truth on a school day.
your walk?
pure South Side sermon.👇🏾
you wore your Black like a morning suit—
creased with hope, stitched in fire,
made the mic a pulpit
and the White House a choir.
they called it impossible.
you called it tuesday.
made yes we can
sound like truth on a school day.
your walk?
pure South Side sermon.👇🏾
[For My Bro Malcolm-Jamal Warner]
they say time heals
but time been lyin’—
been stretchin’ out grief
like old jazz cryin’
on a dusty record player
in a room that don’t forget.
you walked like purpose,
talked like poems,
wore your skin like scripture—
[For My Bro Malcolm-Jamal Warner]
they say time heals
but time been lyin’—
been stretchin’ out grief
like old jazz cryin’
on a dusty record player
in a room that don’t forget.
you walked like purpose,
talked like poems,
wore your skin like scripture—
you ask me, child,
how to get to sesame street—
where colors danced
and kindness had feet,
where the alphabet sang
and monsters were sweet,
where every soft soul
had a front-row seat.
but they cut the cords,
closed the gate,
turned laughter
into a budget debate.👇🏾
you ask me, child,
how to get to sesame street—
where colors danced
and kindness had feet,
where the alphabet sang
and monsters were sweet,
where every soft soul
had a front-row seat.
but they cut the cords,
closed the gate,
turned laughter
into a budget debate.👇🏾