Who Has Ever Stopped To Think Of

The Word “art” Is Something The West Has Never Understood. Art Is Supposed To Be A Part Of A Community. Like, Scholars Are Supposed To Be A Part Of A Community... Art Is To Decorate People’s Houses, Their Skin, Their Clothes, To Make Them Expand Their Minds, And It’s Supposed To Be Right In The Community, Where They Can Have It When They Want It... It’s Supposed To Be As Essential As A Grocery Store... That’s The Only Way Art Can Function Naturally.

When I Die, The Consciousness I Carry I Will To Black People. May They Pick Me Apart And Take The Useful Parts, The Sweet Meat Of My Feelings. And Leave The Bitter Bullshit Rotten White Parts Alone.

A Man Is Either Free Or He Is Not.

A System That Warehouses People Is Not The Cure For Social Ills

An Evil Word It Is/ This Love.