Sunday, November 26, 2017

red star ( for fidel )...a year since his passing...


red star (for Fidel)

by ‘bro. zayid’



“The Cuban Revolution! That’s a revolution!

They overturned the system!...”

            Malcolm X, Message to the Grassroots



“People/ make the/ world go ‘round…”

            People Make The World Go ‘Round, The Stylistics (1973)



Comandante Fidel has decided

that it was time that he left us…

after showing an impoverished

but pretty people

how the wealth and power

of unity and principle

courage and creativity

collective work and solidarity

can transform their lives…

after refusing to say ‘uncle’

to that bully of empire that is ‘uncle sam’…

after the turning Cold War pawns of the Cuban people

into Carlotta knighted warriors

checkmating Apartheid in their own blood in battle...

into rhumba rocking raging rooks

and agents of change…

after nine decades of defiance and dignity…

nine decades…nine decades!...

Comandante Fidel has decided

that it was time that he left us…

And so he did…

on wings whirlwind wide

lifted by lyrics of Guillen, of Neruda

of Corretjer, or Matos Paoli,

of Baraka, of Cortez…

of his Colombian companero

Gabriel Garcia marquez…

the man with the beard

tall eyes and long lungs

has left us…

on wings whirlwind wide

flying high with a gallant green-fatigued stride

guided by that white dove

seeking that ultimate love from up above…

in pursuit of a place

pain free disease free

exploitation and strife free…

a place well beyond the cia sinister dead presidents

and soon to be dead presidents

a place beyond casualties

and the trauma of war…

a cane sugar sweet place…

a place of peace

an eternal harvest and feast…

a place where he is now

a cherished new red star

blazin bold in a liberated blue sky…

he has left us…

for a place of memory

and the kiss and taste of eternal justice and victory

to meet and kneel before Maceo and Marti

to reunite with Che’

and to be received with an ovation

by a column of martyrs and the revolutionary departed…

he has left us

for that place that  chiseled him into a cherished

brand new red star

forever burning bright in a liberated blue sky…

so in this moment

as we wring our eyes of the truth of his new absence

as we face these clear and present dangers

as familiar and as sinister as ever

we remember what we have done

together

with our own hands and hearts while he was with us…

what we did together

no matter the obstacles or hostilities

and we say ’yo soy Fidel’*…  ‘I am Fidel’

and we continue…

against the tyranny and tantrum

that is this backwards blockade and empire

we continue and we say

‘yo soy Fidel’ …’I am Fidel!...

against the evil of poverty and treatable disease

we snap the wrists of this order of exploitation

responsible for that needless suffering

and we say ‘yo soy Fidel’...’ I am Fidel’!

against the rot of racism

that engenders hate, torture, mass suffering,

genocide and death…

against the sickness of sexism

that barbarically violates women and girls

deforming and stunting all human development

we continue and we say

‘yo soy Fidel’…’I am Fidel!...

against the gloating of the global pharmaceutical complex

taunting the suffering with their high prices and flippancy

against the seductive mischiefmaking of the marketeers

against the handshaking deceit of the vampires of capital

we continue and we say

‘yo soy Fidel’ …’I am Fidel’!...

so now that he has left us with our history and heritage

of hope

full in our hands

we continue

continue to provide sanctuary from the empire’s persecuted…

continue to build and fight for human development

to meet human needs wherever there is suffering

continue to share everything we have

no matter how meager as a matter of principle…

as the profiteers

cringe

at our refusal to capitulate

as we sing dance train and fight

to their dismay

to our delight

we continue…

with the light of Che’ in our eyes

inspired by Fidel’s blazing brand new red star

shining in a liberated blue sky

we continue!...

and we say

‘yo soy Fidel’  ‘I am Fidel’!

from our oldest and most battle borne

to our youngest between school and play

from our hotel workers patient with the petty of tourists

to compesinos proudly working their land

from lovers strolling the malecon

to our most advanced itchings of science

revolutionary and natural…

from the singing sierra maestra mountains

to the muscular cuddle of the countryside…

we continue and we say

‘yo soy Fidel

‘yo soy Fidel

‘yo soy Fidel!’…

‘I am Fidel

‘I am Fidel

‘I am Fidel!’

and we continue!...



“but that’s what makes the world go round

the up and down the carousel…

“changing people’s heads around

go underground, young man!...

“people make the world go round!...”

 

‘Yo soy Fidel’ (trans. ‘I am Fidel’)

©2017 All rights reserved

Thursday, November 2, 2017

i wanna talk about u(jazz poem for Assata)

It was on this day, November 2, 1979, that Assata was liberated from Clinton Correction Facility in Clinton NJ...
I share this Jazz poem I penned for her first book party for her Autobiography that I had the honor of organizing nearly 30 years ago!...

i wanna talk about u (for Assata*)

based on John Coltrane’s treatment of the Jazz ballad

by ‘bro. zayid’



i wanna talk about u…

wanna talk about u

with words that’ll sugar

the hormones in yr brains

wanna talk about u

until there’s nothin more to say

wanna talk about u

and talk about u

and talk about u…

about u

black woman

u 

black daughter

nurturer

worker

dancer

lover

u

rainmaker

of freedom storms

sharp as a crucifyin nail and sword

slippery as an eel

steadfast as a redwood

and

sweet as honey…

i say

i wanna talk about u…

wanna talk about yr courage

wanna talk about yr selflessness

wanna talk about yr vision

wanna

talk about u…

u

black woman

black daughter

black mother

nurturer

worker

dancer

lover

u

rainmaker

of freedom storms

glistenin seed of fannie lou hamer’s sweat

and bleeding welts…

i wanna talk about u…

u

whose pronouncements

shred the flesh of oppression

like the claws of the blackest panther

u

whose expressions

crack the testicles of cracker fascists

u

who

leave me

breathless…

i wanna talk about u…

wanna talk about u

with words that’ll make the enemy puke

wanna talk about u

with words that’ll make revolution

as organic to us as okra and sweet potato pie

wanna talk about u

with words that’ll sketch u

dancin with yr destiny

to dance rhythms

composed and arranged by a most hip moon

uuuuh!

i wanna talk about u!...

with words that’ll sugar

the hormones in yr head

wanna talk about u

until there’s nothin more to be sd

wanna talk about u

and talk about u

and talk about u

cause

i

wanna

talk

about

u…
(c)1987

Friday, October 6, 2017

Sacred Mud for the immortal Fannie Lou Hamer!...100 today!



sacred mud ( for fannie lou hamer )
by ‘bro .zayid’

I want the whispers of the ancestors
who moistened the land with their blood
I want u
liftin the eyes of our children
after they kiss this sacred mud…
want a church big enuf
for yr giant spirit
made by black workers hands…
want a circle of women in white
of all ages
washin u in a sea of praise dance…
want the hauntin echo of yr golden eggs1
burned from yr open womb
want u orderin a column of black angels
to make sure jim crow
stays in his tomb…
want  yr cloudpartin shouts of power
rared back
lightin new stars in the sky…
want yr quantum leap from sharecropper
to nonviolent stormtrooper
to calibrate in bob moses’ 2 eyes…
I want the inmates’ schizophrenic sweat
from when they beat u
blue blood purple and red
want chickens
to come home to roost for them crackers
who wanted to see u dead…
want yr battle borne blood shot eyes
framin u tellin our lynchscarred story
want u lyricizin our triumph
over evil and terror
sproutin from yr big chested glory…
want a church
big enuf for yr giant spirit
made by proud
black workers hands
want a circle of sisters in white
washin u in a sea of praise dance…
want the whispers of the ancestors
who enriched the land with their spilt blood
want u raisin the eyes of our children
after they’ first
kiss
this sacred mud…

1. Fannie Lou Hamer was sterilized without her knowledge when she was 30…an act of medical apartheid…
2.Bob Moses, the legendary SNCC organizer that led to the emergence of Fannie Lou Hamer and the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party. He is also a Math Legend and architect of The Algebra Project…

‘bro.zayid’ is a well known cub of the ny chapter of the Black Panther Party…Jazz poet, actor, a People’s artist, he is currently working on a volume of poetry called ‘The Soul Poems’…
contact him at babazayid@gmail.com...
©2016




Tuesday, August 29, 2017

The March on Washington...Thru Military Eyes...

BLACK AUGUST BLUE NOTE...
The March On Washington...Thru Military Eyes...
by 'bro. zayid'

Black August Blue Note...
A military look at the March On Washington!...
It was every bit of the 'controlled show' that Malcolm said it was!
Controlled by white liberals of the highest order of American white supremecy...literally from President Kennedy on down!
But for all of their controls, the white man, your friend, could NOT stop it from happening!
The people came! And they came in droves from all over! Although majority Black, it was a multi-racial affair and it was the hugest of its kind...
They said it was 250,000. It was likely more!
They didn't want actual marching to take place.
It did.
See Exhibit A...
Although its incredible highlight was Dr. King's delivery of his classic I Have A Dream...a loaded underappreciated political statement, that gathering meant was a lifechanging, timemarking event for so many who participated in it...
Don't think so, ask those still here who actually went and would not let anybody keep them from going...
Ask them...
And for all of the presidential ordered and agreed to controls, they could NOT stop that either...
And all due respect to his delivery of 'The Dream,' and this is the ultimate point of the matter, the success of the March On Washington, on its own terms, made the nat'l security state apparatus of the govt look at Martin Luther King's 'mass mobilization capability' as too prominent, too influential, and, oh yes, too dangerous!...
He was marked for death from the moment on...
Don't just read his speeches, the very few of u who actually have, read what has been released of his FBI files...
COINTELPRO and those assassinations and frame ups did not fall from the sky or some fiery evil furnace below...They came from the overseers of this system...
Love Dr. King? Then come out against the operations that ultimately killed him, quite a few others and that STILL has a lot of our political prisoners wrongly incarcerated!...
Or this thing u call 'democracy' will never stand a chance...

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

losing Huey...Black August BlueNote...

Black August Blue Note...
Losing Huey!...
Yesterday marked the anniversary of the death of Huey P. Newton...He was one of the boldest Black men of his time!...Hands down!....His revolutionary imagination engendered the Black Panther Party as we now know it!...
His death and the manner of his death krushed the hearts and heads of those of u who will always love him...The manner of his death should instruct us that even our hugest heroes are human and when they are in the throes of illness, they are just as vulnerable to the consequences of whatever illness that is consuming them...
Addiction is an illness, an ugly, stubborn illness that robs us of our will and judgment like nothing else...No matter how bold brave and strong we once were...once upon a time before falling victim to it...Addiction is also an illness that is absolutely a consequence of our oppression!...We must expose and resist it at its systematic sources without compromise or equivacation!...
We are fighting not just to save the lives and souls of black folk...And we absolutely are...We are fighting to change the whole thing!...
We are fighting to save humanity!...
Long live Huey P Newton...who should us how to stand up like no other!...Forgive his fall and his faults...
We stand on his shoulders!
We carry on the Tradition...
Cubs! To the Front!...

Bro Zayid Muhammad
NY Panther Cub

Monday, August 14, 2017

i am love...for Bre'

Breya Blackberry Molasses Knight...Oct 2,1986-Aug 14, 2016...
Baba loves u, Bre'



I am love, starring me 
(for the late Breya Blackberry Molassez Knight*)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“Somebody’s knockin at my door
“Somebody’s ringin my bell…
“Somebody’s knockin at my door
“Somebody’s ringin my bell…
“Do me a favor,
open the door
and let’em in…”
                Let’em In, Billy Paul(1976)

don’t ask me abt givin love
I am love
molasses
blackstrapped
thick with love!...
even here in this place
in this cesspool of contradictions
in this dizzying den
of the haves and the have nots
in this galaxy gateway corridor of promises
and broken promises
in this spectacle landscape of cherry blossoms
soaked in our dead childrens’ blood
in this place where we are still not wanted
where we are stuck by circumstances
we never asked for
this place of prostituted public education
of riverfront privilege for white males only
this place where police became world famous
for cracking black skulls
in this place laced with bitemarks
from prudential abcesses
swollen bleeding and poisoned with emptiness
all along our major thruways
of empty unfinished 2 families
of shuttered gated failed black businesses
and of lead corroded schools…
all so the devils and their parents
and their fans and their ‘klans’
can all come and enjoy the American dream of access
rt here!
rt on by our childrens’ empty eyes
rt on by our elders shattered segregated memories
rt on by us…
flying from the airport
up from where 1&9, 22 and 78 kiss
rt on by us
cruising rt on by us
on lyons av on central av
on springfield av on Sussex av
on raymond blvd on macarter hwy…
safely securely…
well endowed well protected
well insured well invested
contract cocky…
rt on by us…
rt
on
by us…
to a booming new downtown
booming with newly rehabbed office bldgs
booming with new corporate hdqtrs
booming with new eateries
newly rehabbed lofts, luxury apts and condos…
rt on by us and our big booming beats…
and u can count on yr fingers
the handful of black and brown men and women
working on these booming new worksites
standing out like aliens in their own city!...
and u say u wanna bring back the good ol’ days
good for who?
for batwielding white men
who broke those bats on our black asses
all up and down bloomfield av
in front of the same police world famous
for cracking black skulls?
where were u there back then?
be careful of what u ask for
u just might get it…
so don’t just stand there asking me for love
when i’m stuck in this rt here with u
in the dark shadows of those manicured cherry blossoms
haunted by our dead childrens’ screaming blood…
ask them who still hate Amiri Baraka
even though Amiri showed them how to
renaissance the city by resurrecting our culture
in spite of them and their greedy bleary eyes
blinded by privilege profit motive and profit margin obsessions…
ask them for some democracy rt here where we live!...
ask them to let us be apart of this redevelopment
to be the development on lyons on central
on springfield on sussex
on raymond blvd on macarter hwy…
let us be the ones who replace and repair
the lead corrosion in our childrens’ schools
at living wages
so we can buy and fill those empty 2 families…
ask them to stop pushing us aside
and outta hospital beds meant for someone else…
in this gangsters paradise for real gangsters
corporate gangsters county machine gangsters…
petty gangsters from the hood need not apply…
in this bloodied blue place
where we still live and still dance
from swingdancing to breakdancing
even though we are still made to feel
like we are in the way…
here in this bloodied brick city
that we still manage to love
even though they got us bricked in
between the rock of prudential
and the hardplace of gentrification…
don’t ask me for love
who just handstitched original crowned glory
in yr hair at a discount
from my chair…
and yr dumbass still think u got ‘bad hair’?...
really?
don’t ask me for love who limps to open
every door i can for everyone i can…
who doesn’t wait on grants for paint with colors.
i am molasses
blackstrapped thick with love
and i know that i am color!
from my own painted crowned glory
from my freshpainted blazers and blouses
from my skirts inked and starred with my own designs
rt down to my painted sneaker on my good foot
and my graph on the boot of my bad foot…
all starring me…
and i always answer calls for help
i always get up
on a limp that won’t go away
and open the door for u…
i am always giving always sharing
always trying always loving…
and i still can’t figure out why yr dumbass
won’t try to look thru this shit
so we can figure out how to get past this shit
past the contradictions
past the hypocrisy
past this divide of opulence and oppression
past this pained space that we love
that has us pinned between the rock of prudential
and the hardplace of gentrification
so we can see again
be again
live again love again
breathe again…

“Somebody’s knockin at my door
“Somebody’s ringin my bell…
“Somebody’s knockin at my door
“Somebody’s ringin my bell…
“Do me a favor,
open the door
and let’em in…”

© 2016
all rights reserved

*Breya Blackberry Molassez Knight (1986-2016)…A survivor of the hard knock life on the streets of Newark. initiated at the house of Baraka, as in Amiri and Amina Baraka, an emerging voice and force in the arts, for our youth and for social justice for her generation in the greater Newark community…
Poet, Rapper, Designer, Graphic artist, Loctitian, Entrepreneur, Activist…She was taken from us by complications from diabetes on August 14th,2016, something she valiantly struggled with for years…She was loved by many beyond words…