pain. hurt. trauma. you either live or you let those things kill you. taking it all and transforming it into something beautiful is power. poetry is just that. its choosing to live. powerfully. intentionally. and on your terms.
I failed if meaning is to language as the end-
game is to chess. Knight takes pawn, check and mate."
the internet has everyone thinking they’re a superstar and forgetting they’re a super, star. art is being lost to likes. authenticity is an endangered species.
"bismillah. it’s interesting that I was used (in this article), in comparison..to prove the authors point. i love nayyirah waheed’s art. when i first came across her words, she reminded me of myself. she also reminded me of warsan shire. and she also reminded me of saul williams. and she also reminded me of safia elhillo. and she also reminded me of yesika starr. i have learned that no one owns a style. we are artists. we HAVE style. but no one owns it. when I first began writing poetry I thought i was doing something completely new too (lol) truth be told, there really is no such thing. yes, we are all unique. yes, our words come from real places. real experiences. our very breath is divine. and, in that sense…no one can ever be us. however, dig a lil bit and you’d be surprised how many people have done what you did before you did it. its beautiful really. the way we carry each other through words. the way we inspire each other subconsciously. we all share the same air and therefore are connected in ways we do not even fully understand. there is only one alphabet. a few different types of punctuation. poets recycle this alphabet a million and one ways. to think that no one has ever used a period the way i use a period is silly. i take plagiarism very seriously. i have had it happen to me…word for word. its an abomination. really! but to accuse someone of plagiarism over the use of punctuation? nah. we cannot just sling around flimsy accusations. we are artists and like our art, we are delicate. we must not get so full of ourselves that we forget to protect the delicacy & integrity of our fellow artists. even against our own selves. if the poem was not copied, it is not plagiarism. sometimes we attack others when we feel threatened. we love what we do so much and if someone or something is violating our art, we take action. understandable. but it can’t stem from ego, fear, feelings. it has to be veritable and factual. otherwise, a person’s entire rep can be tarnished. and thats just not cool." -i.b.
Pictured here in Giza, Egypt and Ibadan, Nigeria, Malcolm X would’ve been 89-years-old today. Malcolm X made at least four trips to parts of Africa travelling to Sudan, Nigeria, Egypt and Ghana in 1959, and in 1964 he visited Egypt, Nigeria and Ghana again, as well as Liberia, Senegal, Morocco and Algeria.
The black internationalism and anti-colonial resistance that made Malcolm a visionary and a threat. May we always remember that work.
That’s how the light gets in."
The oldest Wisteria
Ashikaga Flower Park (607 Hasama Town, Ashikaga City, Tochigi Prefecture, 329-4216 Japan)
It’s the tree of souls!
Where’s muh tail feather thingy.