Me and My Momma: Watching “Empire”

  
I am not a fan of Empire so I’m not going to be here taking shots at the show just give an insight to me and my momma Wednesday’s. 

Mom: Allen turn my show is on!
Me: Mom it’s not on yet.
Mom; Yes it is you don’t know. 
Me: what time does it come on? 
Mom: 9.
Me: And what time is it? 
Mom: 8!?
Me: See.

(Hour later)

Me: Mom your show is on.

(Mom rolls into the living room)

Mom: ohhh!! I can’t wait for my Cookie. 

(Show is on mom is glued on show. Cookie makes a comment concerning her being arrested mom begins laughing)

Mom: Ha ha ha!! That girl is a mess!! 

Me: This is stupid writing mom.

Mom: You don’t know what your talking about. Look at this one of the top shows on tv is a black cast show. It’s entertaining and filled with drama be happy for them. 

Me: But the writing sucks mom lame jokes, one line zingers, simple stuff. 

Mom: And its equivalent to Dynasty, a family in chaos among each other. That’s called good tv. So give it props!

Me: Ok mom your right but it still sucks…😜

The Wait 

  
Tick tock 

Tick tock 

Slowly the time paces 

People move 

But motion of slow 

All just looking up 

At a board filled with destinations

Slowly moving up in a shuffle 

Heads and eyed follow 

For some 

these moments are about rest

For the travel holds content 

Books, ink , phones, and thought 

Tick tock 

Tick tock 

We grab our belongings 

Shuffle towards stairs 

Leading down a narrow path

Many push forward to gain a seat 

Close eyes to find more time to 

Tick tock….

Why Not??

   
Here I am with a need for a cup of coffee and since noon hearing the great sounds of a parade was clanging the entire time. For me this was an odd sound in the hood but as she said allen this ain’t the hood anymore. I walk out the door to be greeted by countless numbers of people standing around some in costume others assisting in putting on or setting up the bands straps for a long march.

 
I’m just some kid from philly and to say I’ve seen a Panamanian Parade before in the hood would be a lie but why haven’t I? It was a beautiful site people gathered as far as the eye can see speaking there native tongue waving the Panamanian flag with hues to match the pride of the people. 

  
In the mist of all of this, I finally made it to a shop lined with a lot of people inside taking in the moments on the street noticing the dances, the twirling batons, the high stepping and even the man dressed as a devil. One small cup and on my way back to the home I couldn’t help but think of the many parades we do have in philly but often they are down town or along the parkway. My guess it’s to show that we are a city of diversity but why is it that can’t be shown in north philly or Germantown or west philly is there a fear that people may see these neighborhoods as places worth staying worth visiting or it that the city its self just has a fear that they want to hold to until gentrification has made its way and then and only then will we no longer wonder why not..

A Fulfilled Destiny 

  
I felt like my life was overjoyed a few weeks ago. I never thought that moment would happen when seeing someone that helped direct you to this art upon the stage can impact you more than ever. His interaction with his audience was one long to cherish, his need to be with the people as one was cherished, his need to stop and talk was cherished, and at some point I felt like he just wanted to be one of us. In most cases people would have probably had wanted to see him doing poetry funny thing is I appreciate him as an artist I understand his need to speak and many times for as an artist to be limitless is where we should all be. He said to travel see the world speak to someone in a different language a different land in that to me was about me finding the wholeness in my journey. I don’t know maybe this is that for filled a moment where his words were not just to be spoken but to be heard and for me I hear down the question becomes when will I act on these actions instead of taking them as a passive moment because again how I’m I supposed to be if I cannot for fill my own destiny. Thank you Saul 

Continued Beginnings

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Last night was an amazing night as i watch a dream unfold The Collective  Mic Arts Cafe birthed from the vision and drive of its creators Tiffani”La Dive” Dean and Jody”True Story” Austin. It was a gathering i am blessed with its wait as many of the Collective family and us that are extension of that came out to show our support to the birth of a creative space made  11222414_10206599850147971_3055978666860805336_n

to bring in artistic creativity of all kinds.With walls laid out with some of the brightest talents the city has to offer. with walls that contained a story within themselves the artistry was speaking in its own tongue as pieces from Giovanni aka Lyrical Thought,Cierra F,Way LaMatrix,Kamau MShele, Alicia Adanna  Amira Jenna and MyDeraSpeakMeFree were on display and feature painter Giovanni and Cierra amazed us with there collaborative on set strokes of work that showed us all that when a woman hand speaks you better listen. The open mic was a blaze as artist came out to let loose old and new works of flowmenship that oozed from lips and allowed us to breath new air of words for a first time. But when it came to giving the mic what it needed, the crowed was fixed on the lyrical wordsmith Shyst giving a story that can only be told through rapid insertion and power that he possesses.

When the mic closed the night was far from over as Dj Mitch let the party people get something funky to mingle too as they feed on finger foods and libations that relaxed the night as it was meant too. In the end the Collective has shown all that as artist the time has come for forward progress as black business owners and a place for arts in neighborhoods that deserve to be brought back to life within a continued beginning that will go on for ever…

A Drummers Hymn 

 

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A drummers hymn will always bring life to you 

a drummers hymn will always bring life to you 

Listen to the beat as it resides in you 

Listen to your ancestors as they talk to you

A drummers hymn will always bring life into you 

A drummers hymn will always bring life into you 

Listen to the cry of children coming through 

Listen as your people make a war cries

They are crying 

Little girls are crying 

As they scream in anger still wondering why someone wanted to burn them behind church walls 

Listen as little boys cry out to you 

He wonders why they hung him when he did nothing special all

Listen to the drum 

Their spiritual is dance rides callus tips

Listen to the percussion as it is the little voices asking why 

Listen as its tap are little voices wondering why 

A drummers hymn will always bring life to you 

A drummers hymn will always bring life to you 

Listen to the beat as it resides in you 

Listen to your ancestors as they talk through you

Inspiration 

As ordinary as we are as people we never know how inspirational we can be to others. This young lady here has been an inspiration to me since I’ve known her a writer a philosopher and a fighter a poet a craftsman a parent using the power within to be her strength where in most situations people would fold. She always contains a smile and a word of encouragement even when the day seems as if it will show nothing but gloom. She is strength and continues to go above and beyond in her journey and for these reasons I celebrate your inspiration today. So my artist friends when you think you can’t always remember how she shows us what we can…