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1942 - 2008 1957 - 2008

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The Last Poets (left to right: abiodun oyewole, don babatunde eaton, umar bin hassan) Today, on what would have been Malcolm X's 83rd birthday, we celebrate his legacy and two groups founded on his birth date. Today marks the 40th anniversary of the legendary Last Poets, and the sixth anniversary of the 3rd Eye Open Poetry Collective. Malcolm has been gone for years now, yet his influence

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"A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie." - teneva jordan A couple of weeks ago, I woke up from a very intense nightmare sweating and screaming. I must of eaten too late, something I rarely do. Anyway, in that moment when I woke up startled, I sounded like a five year old kid screaming out one of the

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"I don't know what the future may hold, but I know who holds the future." - ralph abernathy With all the talk about the possibility of the first black president, I'm reminded and equally excited about the prospect of the First Family being black. The black community has never had that high profile black family we could point to as the model of success. Sure, we've had an endless list of

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R.I.P. Milton "Milleon" Donelson (local Detroit open mic poet, friend) Some people in life were sent to make us stop for a second and take notice. They demand us to see the world differently, to look beyond, and within. They challenge us. They fill rooms with an energy that warms us in places long cold. They remind us, we don't need microphones to amplify our presence. Every day they

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“I believe in the brotherhood of all men, but I don't believe in wasting brotherhood on anyone who doesn't want to practice it with me. Brotherhood is a two-way street.” - Malcolm X One of my closest boys, my brotha, prides himself on keeping it real. Real for him is saying whatever, whenever, in whatever loud ghetto ass way he chooses to say it. His ability to disrupt the room with wild

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"a riot is the language of the unheard" - MLK SO WHY DIDN'T NYC RIOT?

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(the late Sean Bell, pictured with family, was unarmed when shot 50 times by three NYPD cops, yet those three officers were acquitted of the shooting) "O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily do, not knowing what they do!" - william shakespeare They've always done it. They did it at Jackson State. They did it to Deandre Brunston. They did it to Amidou Diallo. They did it to

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looked around and saw very few innovators a few malcolm wannabes, panther imitators a bunch of "i marched with king" type preacher players struggle leachers, ole outdated teaching sayers my generation offered up a hip hop mayor i saw very little change, just a lot of gators dead strippers and a shiny red Navigator a sex scandal via two-way Sky pager my people staring at the dark night sky

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"The government gives them the drugs, builds bigger prisons, passes a three-strike law and then wants us to sing ‘God Bless America.’ No, no, no, God damn America, that’s in the Bible for killing innocent people. God damn America for treating our citizens as less than human. God damn America for as long as she acts like she is God and she is supreme.” - rev. jeremiah wright To understand black

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(Jay-Electronica, considered by many to be,"the next great emcee") Once upon a time in Detroit, where the manhole steam oozes from below the ground like there's something volcanic below, there was music. And during the summer nights of 2002, it seemed to fill the downtown streets as if it were coming from everywhere. From every car, bar, dance club, strip club, and stage, there was music.

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"The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work... when you go to church... when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth." - morpheus I was talking to my old man recently about his Army

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“At such moments, you realize that you and the other are, in fact, one. It's a big realization. Survival is the second law of life. The first is that we are all one.” - Joseph Campbell Dating is a dirty dirty game. I'm not saying you'll need to develop super powers to make it, but make no mistake, it's rough out there and survival is key. And survival means having a survival code. Below

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"Busted is what you see!" - Kwame Kilpatrick Black men, black men, black men. Damn, we can't win. It's bad enough the local news starts with the whole scary black man image every night, something along the lines of; armed black male suspect at large. But lately even the NATIONAL news is leading with a "black man gone wrong" story. And no, I'm not talking about Pacman "make it rain" Jones

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(the Columns and Jesse Hall @ The University of Missouri-Columbia) "one day it'll all make sense" - common In college, I was somebody...I barely remember now. This nonchalant, too cool for school guy. His overall outlook on life is fuzzy to me, but I definitely used to be him. He wore bright white tennis shoes, kept a gold herringbone chain gripped loosely around his neck, and made sure he had

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"Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety. And at such a moment, unable to see and not daring to imagine what the future will now bring forth, one clings to what one knew, or dreamed that one possessed. Yet, it is only when a man is able, without bitterness or self-pity, to surrender a dream he has

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"Our goal is to have a country that's not divided by race. And my impression, as I travel around the country, is that that's the kind of country that most people want, as well, and that we all have prejudice, we all have certain suspicions or stereotypes about people who are different from us, whether it's religious or racial or ethnic, but what I think I found in the American people, I think

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I love youtube.com! It's where you can find your favorite cinematic moments, hip hop videos, the latest dance craze, or some random weird video. Well, I've probably watched thousands of youtube.com videos this year, so I thought I'd post my ten favorite. Feel free to post some of your favorite stuff in the comments. Peace. 10) Crank Dat Jumprope There were tons of crank dat dances this year

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peace family. this year was a tough year, but a good year. it was challenging in a way that reminded me, none of us gets through this thing alone. we need each other. you all represent a piece of me, no matter how tiny or how large; from lifelong fixtures, to distant acquaintances, my every day circle, to budding new friendships. despite the distance, frequency with which we talk or see

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WATCH THIS MOVIE. MAKE YOUR FAMILY WATCH IT. MAKE YOUR FRIENDS WATCH IT. THEN, LET'S TAKE BACK THE WORLD TODAY. ZEITGEIST

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the world spins and people die like when a gun revolves i guess life’s a murder mystery that goes unsolved cheating death with every sun i watch rise to the crest steady beats of broken flesh resonate in my chest am i an angel with unseen wings, am i death a righteous life, an evil demon, or the last man left i’m writing for right, i sip long, at night i zone then type songs to fight those who

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dear diary, remember when i used to talk to you about how i couldn't cry? remember when i used to tell you about how i'd lay in bed and try my hardest to squeeze some form of relief from my eyes, only to fall asleep on my dry pillow? remember when i used to pretend that not crying was a good thing, and would puff out my chest as i told people that i had only cried ONE time since i was

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"why do i call myself a nigga you ask me/cause police always wanna harrass me" - mc ren So, it's Saturday night. You're chilling out with friends watching college football at a local bar. Drinking, laughing, basically kicking it! There's lots of loud conversation and horseplay. Somewhere during the discourse you or one of your friends does the unimaginable; YOU SAY THE WORD "NIGGA".

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like a doc before making incisions a skilled hand and a vision i pray, ether germs and aim with precision write with my wisdom my mission is to gain what i’m missing strain when i train it hurts but i never complain it seems sex is just division of legs my intentions to delve deep within and find different dimensions beauty i hate, why cause it creates suspicion love’s ascension is stopped

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