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Yuri Kochiyama, who still lives today, brought each minority in the US one step closer to peace each time she rose awareness.  In WWII after the bombing at Pearl Harbor, Yuri was sent to a Japanese internment camp with her family. She was forced to experience the cold ways the US treated Japanese citizens. Several years later she moved to Harlem, and was forced to face the reality that Japanese groups were not the only groups being hated on; blacks had no peace in the war against discrimination either. Blacks in her new neighborhood were bereft of any bit of respect they deserved.  So being the amazing Japanese activist she is, Yuri became a member of the Harlem Parents Committee, and protested for more streetlights to be turned on after the sun said farewell.  Later in 1977, she and 29 others stormed the Statue of Liberty to bring attention to the issue of Puerto Rican independence. Damn. This lady was all over minority justice. Her activism suppressed racist judgements all throughout the US.
 
… You go girllllll.

 

Yea, it is said that God created man before woman, but then again… we all make a rough drafts before the perfected piece.

 

If Jesus Christ had kitchen appliances, He would have my picture on his fridge

Landing. Hard on the ground. As my skin skids across the cold concrete, and my bones snap easier than a kitkat. My blood rushing forth towards the direction of my fall, then crash. After the backfire Everything halts. All is still. Silent. As the churning of thoughts in my head grant me rest with a blanket of darkness. Stale blood leaks from my weakened exhaustion and penetration.  My body has taken its position of a most natural fall. my soul escapes its walls of my skin. Its damp walls of tears and pure blackness. Endless empty echoes. Yes. My soul has escaped, and taken its first breath of embracing rays, never looking back at my broken body ,Laying lifeless and hollow. Containing  No heart to beat my second-hand blood. No skeleton to support the mask I wear each day. No muscles to control the meaningless movements I became. Done. Done. Gone. My spirit finally displaying the pureness for the first time. Weightless, young, sheltered, loved, held, created, called, told, guided, thawed. Gravitating towards Gods eternity.

A meeting with destiny… its fate, I approach with such softness.. not a zodiac late. Used to dash up the stairs with such curiosity, No time to stop and frown or learn cruel animosity. Never once had the thought of beginning my own leaving, but lately all I know is the weight of this heavy breathing. Awaiting these stairs to crumble down broken stone, no longer upheld gold built to trophy me alone.

That’s what I thought.
Of course you don’t stop.
You won’t take the shot…
You can’t afford the loss.
If you don’t wanna taste the sauce,
Then put the plate down and take a walk.
Drop or move away from the pot
Cause every time you talk…
Complain a lot. 
                                               Don’t forget to count the balls y’all caught
                                                    Enjoy what you got before it all falls off.

Have you ever wondered who used pig latin in rap first?

~~~~Searchable Rap Almanac~~~~

It’s like that one grape in the bunch that never really got to be a grape.

Carry your cross, mourn your loss. Give thanks for life’s sweet breath, till the day of your own peaceful death. Light the wicks of others, so that when you part, your warmth remains in the core of their heart.

when these thoughts come. a hurricane of emotions and pain become words on my white board. my open dictionary turns page by page, and my purple pen covers every inch of this white potential. the blankness becomes my drug.