Love Is: Dr. Cornel West

Yesterday, Dr. Cornel West gave a lecture at Tulane University for the Black Student Union's Black Arts Fest.I had the chance to ask him in what way he believed Black music and artistic expression aided Black liberation efforts. He responded by discussing the way artists like Coltrane, The Isley Brothers, Curtis Mayfield and James Brown made Black people feel good spiritually. That you could go to a four hour Brown concert and if you didn't hear him play something, all you had to do was yell that out and he'd play the song.He said, "Oligarchs have made it so that Black music is now thin spiritually, which produces spiritually thin black youth. our music does not fortify our souls enough to strengthen us to really fight for true liberation."West also noted Kendrick Lamar as a true artist for black liberation and that the rest are tools of capitalism and superficial posturing.Check out what he quickly and poetically had to say about love below: [wpvideo 04g5hWQO] 

love poems: hairy legs

hairylegswhen a white feminist crieshow many black women will she askto hand her a tissue?threetwo to hold the box and one to wipe her tearswhen being privileged gets too hard for herhow many of them will come to you for comfort?twoand how many times, black womanwill she open her mouth and ask you how you're doing?possibly oncethis is why i do not call myself a feministthat word is for women who think hairy legs are a revolutionthey don't know what it means to come from thosewho've been sold by the measure of our hipshow many children we could breedwhat a pleasure that must beto be able to count the days it's beensince the last time you shaved your legswhen somewhere a black mother weepsand counts the days it's beensince the last time her first born took his last breathbody leaking on groundher name was his last prayeror on the seventh daywhen light and dark were madethe Creator rested and said"woman, here is my gift to youthis will be your burden."and the earth responded in thunder and lighteningand the wind is the echo of the first timea black woman opened her mouth to the sky andsaid, "my G-d, my G-d, my G-d."so excuse me white feministsif i do not jump to hold your hand in solidarityhalf of you do not know what sisterhood meansyou are too busy trying to be like white menG-d complexand i stopped believing in white gods a long time agoi believe in myselfi am G-dmy hair is sweet grassmy teeth are the starsso when i say fuck your hairy legswhen i say fuck your hairy legsi mean that shit sincerelyNote:“A womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavendar.” - Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens: Womanist Prose, 1983I often don’t preface any of my writing, however this topic is important to me.My writing is for black women. My purpose is to uplift and support black women. If I can do that by sharing my experiences with violent white feminism, then I will continue to do so until I can no longer put paper to pen or finger to keyboard.I wrote this poem after experiencing the vitriol of white feminism, particularly during my time in Baton Rouge. The passive-aggression, the undermining, the silence, the erasure and disloyalty that often occurs when well meaning white feminists suddenly have computational errors when it comes to respecting the space I take up as a black woman. And when I stand up for myself, I am made to be just another angry black woman, unjustified in my reaction to white violence. Using that historically racist trope as a means to erase my work from a community that is seemingly fine with continuing a legacy of erasing women of color.I could go on and on about the history of white feminism excluding and using black women’s bodies for its benefit. We could talk about the present liberal white feminists who use the title in order to say, “well, at least i’m not like them.”, while still having internal conflicts with their own racist ideology; which is often more violent than overt racism. We could literally have this conversation for days. But instead, I wrote a poem about it.

Love Poems: Tilted Crown on Write About Now (Live)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ewYQhUwRN0 From August 1-5, I traveled home to Atlanta to compete at the National Poetry Slam as a member of Eclectic Truth National Team, Baton Rouge. Amir Safi, Chibbi Orduña and Christopher Diaz of Write About Now were gracious enough to host an after hours cypher. More than 40 poets performed and yours truly was one of them. Check it out!