इट्स ओनली टाइम इ सीन म्य्सेल्फ़

She walked with a twitch fast pace, her head was oval shape, long and her chin came to a point. Her hair came down her back it was straight, bone straight, thin with no curls or no bangs. It was light brown like Carmel with hint of mint in it. Her cheeks were red and she obsessively was agitated with the wind coming upward as she walked into it. She was about 5’8 and no more than 120 pounds; she was thin had a silhouette like a dancer.

She was young in her early twenties, maybe a student. She was going somewhere important like she was running for a clock.
You could tell her legs where long and she took long steps when she walked with her head still down.

She was wearing some corduroys tan/worn but in good condition, she had brown loafers on and her coat is plaid. Green and red plaid dull colors, worn colors. Like old very old…she could got it at a thrift store; you don’t see Pella-coats like that anymore. The wool you could tell was thick and the coat came past her torso.

But something about her, reminds me of me. She looks nothing like me. She may be distant, yes she looks distant. Maybe it’s me, but something about the way she walks. Yes-her head is down when she walks shows she is distant from the world. She walks in hurry, like I. I can tell she wants control, well I know I want control I get that from years of dance class, sounds odd but true. When you dance everything flows, pasture, head up. I got this control from 11yrs of ballet classes.

I don’t seem so confident anymore.

Angela Davis

It was so amazing last night. Here at the OSU Campus, Angela Davis spoke about issues on a large scale. One that gave me awwww was the struggle for huaman rights for all. Even tho, in light of Black Hisotry Month, I think it was way pass time to hear someone speak about issues and it not be about America. We have problems yes, but I think we should look deeper into this on wider scale.


She spoke about Haiti that moved me in way , that mad me almost want to cry. She spoke about the independence of Haiti, how everyone wants to talk about how poor Haiti is. We never discuss what Haiti did for us as African people or as a culture. They did so much and received so little.

It also was so interesting that she would speak about her first teaching job @UCLA and how she got fired. One because she was black, two she was a women and three she was a communist. Her story is nothng like mine, but in one small way I can relate.

I was born to a white mother and black father, in the late 70's. Most people would say "Oh that's nothing". Well not here in Columbus, Ohio. It seem to me racsim followed my mother everywhere. I remember her telling me a sotry about how an older African-American women came up to my mother and told her in so many words. "Honey you dont know nothing about raising a black child". I was just a baby at the time. But hearing this story and many after compelled me not to be like them or my mother side of the family.

What I took from yesterday was more understanding. We are all human regardless of race, sex you know the rest. hahahhha
But we all have purpose, a true sense of one. Its not about anything else. Its about the respect you hold for all people. It has nothing to do with that Angela is or was a communist or part of the most feared group in America (Black Panter Party). What I got from her was hope, struggle one person faced w/so many other things in this world. Just like us all.

My prayer

i was never shy
then somehow i met your life
i didnt know what to make of you
you prayed every night and ask
for true love
i went places where it smell like brown rum
and cigars...
u wanted me to go places
where leaves turned and flowers bloomed all year
that was us wanting to be safe
it was easy for you
but so hard for me
i was from a place where the hot sun
beat down on black top
the smell of oil left on my neck,
and taxi men w/yellow teeth picked me up
where men have hardhats
 and women dont wear panties
w/thier dresses
yeah this is my life
your life was of sweet golden corn
slow hills rolling into the heavens
were girls come to you as virgins
w/mothers named Mary
yes this is your life
so lets jus be, no conversation
lets jus be-
 these feelings we have it will pass
we could never understand each others prayers
©SDM 2010

Leonard Peltier

In spirit of crazy horse

Thou shall live free some day
The reminders that injustice was given a sentence of life-
Of imprisonment



Long live life
Long live justice
What my eyes see, I know you have lived
A wrong hand of imprisonment for you
Highest person to over see you
Anishinabe and Dokota/Lakota Nations
Movement for all but for the fairness
For the Indian’s of Oglala Lakota to be free one day


Movement stiff
Movement free
Movement for the people
Prison writings
For the dead to see
noble and peace your spirit will live free
noble and peace as the maker will see