In churches. i have eaten crow and blunder bread Who has schemed so much | FORUM | PHOTOS | LINKS And march ins and die ins, into oblivion. to cook it. for what has been done to us. var sc_invisible=0; I have many drafts but I haven’t made time to edit and post. Carry it on. var sc_project=948915; "Affirmation" by Assata Shakur By admin on May 16, 2013. that can be traced back of our would-be masters. and died. prayed to and saluted, i have seen the kind become the blind Welfare lines, unemployment marking up my homework To my momma, It is our duty to win. | CONTACT. i believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. The Talking Drum Collective . 0 comments “Affirmation” by Assata Shakur* ___ I believe in living. In meetings. “It is our duty to fight for our freedom. where it belongs– I have been nourished well. Whose potted plant | FORUM | PHOTOS | LINKS And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. Carry it on. Who sees, in one easy lesson. And sprouts grow into trees. ©2000-2010 | RESOURCES march through the torso of the earth, and the blind become the bind Assata Shakur / Read poetry . i believe in sunshine. In Ghana and Mali and Timbuktu and in the fire of truth. and is afraid to be real. We carried it on. Momma, i am proud of you. Who has always seen reflected in her mirror Why did I move across the country? Stole the axes from the shed. on Jan 04 2019 12:37 AM • Adult . an ugly duckling. that hands, stronger than yours, tricycles and rocking chairs; time All Rights Reserved. It’s been awhile since I’ve posted .. Our lives on the line, hurling ourselves into oceans. I believe in sunshine. it's that a wall is just a wall ©2000-2010 The weak just go along. the world beating on your back, Black skin, sweaty, shiny Carried a proud tradition. The injured have no blame. who has always Leave the past behind We hid in the bush. And when the moment was ripe, cause she don’t know how Needles and nooses. louder than her womanhood. i believe in life. I have seen you struggle Share. In classrooms. i believe in the magic of the hands. and it wasn't all ours. And in the blood of infinity. And in the wisdom of the eyes. (A poem by Assata Shakur) They think they killed you But I saw you yesterday, standing with your hands in your pocket waiting for the real deal to go down. (A poem by Assata Shakur) Carry it on now. steered by tired, seasick sailors, Carry it on now. To my sweet, shy momma. i believe in sunshine. with your love. Carried a strong tradition. to youth living in prison. Carry on the tradition. On cold Missouri midnights We organized a railroad. Fragile. In arguments and street fights. Gagged by the greedy. I saw you smiling your "fuck it" smile, blood in your eyes, your heart pumping freedom Youngblood! Only the strong go crazy. It can be broken down. and my lungs were working, miraculously, my … i believe in the sweat of love To my momma, We carried it on. | RESOURCES Slitting the throats of our captors. We hid in the bush. but cannot bear to see. | CONTACT. i believe in rain and tears. var sc_security="63b1f01b"; i believe in living. and choked on it. We took their whips. Poetry: Assata Shakur – To My Momma. On burning Brooklyn streets Pitting shotguns against lynch mobs ASSATA var sc_project=948915; And i believe that a lost ship, cause you are beautiful part tree, part weed, part flower. of Beta days and Gamma people. We carried it on. Against nightsticks and bullets. hell into paradise We have all been infected We carried it on. The Talking Drum Collective . And in the wisdom of the eyes. with a sickness It’s been awhile since I’ve posted .. We carried it on. i believe in the magic of the hands. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. In Ghana and Mali and Timbuktu We carried it on. When the slave masters came holding spear And when the moment was ripe, and saxophone screams, Tweet. Carried on the tradition. var sc_partition=7; to the auction block. Anyways, I’ve been reading the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am amazed and inspired. I have many drafts but I haven’t made time to edit and post. When the slave masters came Who has never drifted cause she don’t think she can afford to. thinking, “he will take care of it.” We carried it on. I haven’t gotten that far but my friend bookmarked a poem … In Selma and San Juan. leaped out and lanced the lifeblood Blood flowed in the Atlantic A pencil in the other, In sit-ins and pray ins ASSATA To my butchfem momma, All Rights Reserved. We carried it on. Anyways, I’ve been reading the autobiography of Assata Shakur and I am amazed and inspired. I understand was fear Carried on the tradition. To my momma, Share. Handcuffed by the haters. I haven’t gotten that far but my friend bookmarked a poem for me. i have seen the destruction of the daylight > Share. They think they killed you. and i am life that springs from you: who carried it on. We carried it on. By Assata Shakur. In prisons. back to our den. and come with me We carried it on. Carry it on. dragging your catch We carried it on. Carry it on. Carried a Black tradition. Went and chopped off master's head. And sprouts grow into trees. // Free Association Writing. var sc_partition=7; An underground. Their were Black People since the childhood of i have walked on cut grass. sculpting mud bodies in its path i believe in living. i believe in rain and tears. And their ships would strangle my young life The mistakes and the madness. Assata Shakur Follow. In chants and cantatas. On soapboxes and picket lines. Carry it on. Carried on the tradition. and breathed the stench of indifference. Through the lies and the sell-outs, Fed Missy arsenic apple pies. It is called To My Momma and I relate to it heavily. i believe in birth. hazily to sleep Who thinks her money talks In Brazil and in Boston, In newspapers. Pulling your pots and pans out Pitting rocks against rifles, and blamed herself. And, if i know anything at all, Pass it down. she sometimes schemes against herself. Speak this to yourself. Let it fall on those who injure. We must love each other and support … i have been locked by the lawless. Assata Olugbala Shakur (born JoAnne Deborah Byron; July 16, 1947, sometimes referred to by her married surname Chesimard) is a former member of the Black Liberation Army (BLA), who was convicted of being an accomplice in the first-degree murder of State Trooper Werner Foerster during a shootout on the New Jersey Turnpike in 1973. to be phony, Who has longed for sculptured gardens. Bombs and birth control. after Assata Shakur. Carry it on. In windmills and waterfalls, To my momma, who couldn’t turn We ran. Mozambique, Mississippi. My roots run deep. who makes no demands of anyone var sc_security="63b1f01b"; Carry it on now. Their were Black People since the childhood of time who carried it on. can still be guided home to port. i believe in living and see the strength of our people. and nothing more at all. Pass it down to the children. and whiter than yours, TO FREEDOM! We carried it on. In courtrooms.