Brilliant ❤ -

Fierce & Powerful - thanks 4 sharing!

“ I was at woolworths AND stonewall while you were too busy turning the other cheek to as me if I walked with you “ “you didn’t want us at your rallies because it would ‘complicate things’ “ whoa lord the chills I have ❤❤❤❤❤

This was the highlight of my senior year going to see this

We need this poem performed now more than ever.

10 years and we’re here again…

Coming back here in this time..

i remembered this sht was sooo funny😂😂

that white nigga leveled up since then now he does methamphetamine and drinks malt liquor colt 45 nigga he made a whole 3-d gun with polyurethane and shot up a college campus thats my nigga fr ong

the contents are great, amazing, insightful... But they are really doing her DIRTY with the mismatched music; she is clearly setting up a rythm, a order of the sentences, and even musicality, and it looks like they just put whatever random base over out, drowning her de facto...

Protect this woman!

Thinking about this bc of the recent news 🥰

And now he’s dead. He will never harm another community. He will find out for himself that we all burn the same.

Coming back to this today hits different

I still keep coming back to listen and watch this....powerful message ❤

This is nothing but facts. This is a fucking tragedy.

Damn it’s been almost 11 years since this moment still dream about writing all night and hitting that stage still feel the anxiety. ❤

I see a number of comments asking for this, so I did my best. The * denote when I'm unsure if I heard it right. The ? denotes when the word is lost in the uproar. I believe Dakota Oder is on the left and Shanita Jackson is on the right, but I'll just use L for Left, R for Right and B for Both: B: I am a prime example of American unacceptability R: I've always been too L: Gay R: Black L: Liberated R: Uppity B: And America has a time-honored tradition of keeping us in our place. L: Like November 27, 1978 when Harvey Milk was assassinated. R: More like April 4th, 1968 when MLK was shot down. B: Hold the hell up, R: I hope you don't think some dead gay guy is equivalent to Dr King. Milk was a martyr, but King is an icon and that is not the same thing L: I think you forgot the definition of Civil Rights, you're not the only one struggling around here. R: How could I forget anything when I look outside my window everyday and see the statistically correct neighborhood I was predicted to live in. L: At least they can see you. All they have to do is look at you to see where you come from, what you've been through. I am still fighting for the right to exist. Don't tell me my children should be kept in pens so we can die out like a quarantined disease. B: How many times do I have to hear them say 'you fucking - R N****r L F****t ' R: At least you know your last name. Our skin gives away our homeland but not our home. You weren't owned or traded based on how hot you were as a commodity. We stood stark naked on a platform with the sun heating the skin beneath our shackles, watching our life value drain with every increasing bid. *Bids, backs broken,* and tear-stained cotton is not something that you can just forget. B: My bones are genetically thickened due to the brutality my ancestors bore. L: My legacy has been swept under rugs. No one sung me a closet spiritual to lead me to the promised land, or made me rainbow cake to remind me of where I come from. We are history's middle children who have to wear glitter to get attention. We are* your siblings, we're not looking to replace you on our family tree, we just want to hug at Christmastime. B: They're hanging us by our own ropes L: And for us, it's deja vu, but I know for you it's more PTSD B: So why are you letting this happen to us! R: Changing ? is the same damn thing as giving up, which is basically saying that black oppression is no longer an issue. Would the Klan still run around internationally waving their rebel flags and cowering beneath their white hoodies if this shit were no longer an issue? We were plagued with the elements of prejudice, a dash of insults to down our dignity. When's the last time someone spat on you and called you a 'ignorant* savage', a 'worthless monkey', told your 'n****r ass to go back to Africa' when we were dragged here by force. L: Do you know why they called us f****ts? The only history I have to cling to is that once I was a firestarter that wasn't even worth the price of a match. Witches were burned on my ashes like I was never good enough to be anything but kindling anyways. You think your roots run deeper, but just because you couldn't hear me screaming doesn't mean they weren't B: Raping and beating me sorry, and shocking me, anything to fix me R: I know you are not talking to me about burning! Those crosses in Carolina blazed. Those bombs in Birmingham incinerated. Comparing sprinkler hoses* staring straight at fire hoses. L: I was at Woolworth's and Stonewall when you were too busy turning the other cheek to ask me if I walked with you, if it was possible that we could share roots. You didn't want to see me at your rallies because it would complicate things. They tell me it was a different time, and you made sure times were changing. You just never looked back for your aunt Rosie and her... roommate of fifty years. R: Our voices were only heard because we screamed. L: You didn't give us a chance to open our mouths. B: Can't you see they're trying to kill me? .... Trying to kill us. R: Why are we waging a war between ourselves, L: When it's them who put us on their hitlist. B: We've been burned mercilessly, lynched ceremoniously, ostracized inhumanely, beaten brutally, lacerated, mutilated, segregated, ? R: By Many L: By All B: BY YOU

😂❣️ These smart kids. Cute.

Comemos como si aún fuéramos esclavos Ahora tenemos algo llamado libertad para comer Pero la abuela sigue eligiendo patas de cerdo cubiertas de sal Todavía elijo lo que se me da todavía Funciones familiares que tenemos que matan la comida de tu alma esa comida que te cansará tanto que pensarías que el ingrediente principal es el nightquil Tenemos esa receta de muerte comemos eso Chuletas de cerdo fritas, macarrones con queso de 5 capas y chitlins Fuera de la comida, me drogo Tan alto que yo y las cometas nos encontramos cara a cara Corre en la familia, pero algunos de nosotros lo ocultamos metiéndose dos dedos en la garganta. O hacerse una cirugía o tomar pastillas ¿Pero yo? Solo dejo que se muestre porque Terapia después de la escuela, escuela nocturna. terapia noche escuela y trabajo quiero nada más que inhalar un doble Decker chocolate fudge brownie de la Panadería latina al lado por la mañana. el cafe no me despierta un twinkie hace eso La noche ea no me calma mas como un batido de fresa normal y puedo nunca ser el mismo, cada vez que miro a mi madre me pregunto si soy el próximo

As long as she is Muslim God is not one with her and just to let you know our faith the Christian faith yeah we're not Universal so we will continue to stand apart from the goats have a nice day Jesus is Lord

the hansomsome one is my boyfriend

Very creative. Large food companies as drug suppliers!

this guy has a bright future in coherency

when I was in 5th grade she would teach my class poetry and we would write out own top we had to read them aloud in front of the school

uh oh

Friendo…..

A piece of art this! Wonderful text and performance, and a message that we all have to digest - and make a change!

👍👍👍

I literally just saw a McDonald's commercial before this video.

I’m so glad I finally found this! Always one of my favorite poems since I listened about 10 years ago. I was worried I wouldn’t hear it again

Thanks, I will be showing this to my city counsel when I confront them about the food deserts in my area and their responsibility in creating accessible and food secure communities.

came here from a recent obesity documentary!! Wish I’d seen this earlier

Can someone write this lyrics

Her words are so true and hit like.. wow! I hope she will do more of this, is there more of her i can't find her?

10 years after it has only gotten worst

I never saw this, I just shared, fantastic. Ten years ago! What are you doing now?

In Maryland, we eat 🦀 🦀

I just saw her on KZbin by DW Documentary.."La gula de la industria alimentaria" muy interesante para todos los seres humanos and Very sad too!

Please make more of these

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I've been looking for this poem for HOURS; Thank you holy spirit :)

PERIODT MS.Q 💅

Nine years later and I still love this ✨

"A back hand isn't the only..."

Q

I have been severely disturbed.

Am I missing something:? Who are the performers?

Oh no. Oh no.

How can we find more work from these poets ? Have their socials or names ?