All through the night, my dreams would be dreams of Africa
Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967
May our backs be unbent. Forever Africa.
Africa's relationship with the rest of the world is marked by silence
'How does it feel just knowing that wherever you go, the Holy of Holies is present in the form of you?'
Like our last names were made of barbed wire, stripping the flesh of those trying to conquer the meanings in their mouths.
A deeply moving lyrical poem about womanhood and survival.
A short but exceedingly powerful poem
A video essay on the spoken word poetry that changed my life.
Just because my tongue rolls in a different way that don't mean I'm dumb... Have you had the pleasure of dancing to the rhythm of the drums?'
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