Somehow We Survive by Dennis Brutus
“But somehow we survive / severance, deprivation, loss.” — Dennis Brutus
Today I’ll write about revolution by Natalie Wee
“Murderers love to say they protect and serve.” — Natalie Wee
nat turner looks to the heavens by Saida Agostini
“there god knew me not as a slave or fool / but crowned me son held me to her chest” — Saida Agostini
I Must Become a Menace to My Enemies by June Jordan
“How many of my brothers and my sisters / will they kill / before I teach myself / retaliation?” — June Jordan
When You Say “Protestors” instead of Protectors by Noʻu Revilla
“So it’s best I keep hiding knives in my hair, the way my grandmother – not god – the way my grandmother intended.” — Noʻu Revilla
The Poets Who Are Our Enemies by Vievee Francis
"The poets who are our enemies are not writing / for a canon, their letters black as smoke / filling an emptied square. They are writing for their lives." — Vievee Francis
On this Land by Mahmoud Darwish
“On this land, is what makes life worth living: / on this land is the lady of the land, the mother / of beginnings and endings. She was named Palestine.” — Mahmoud Darwish
Youngblood by Assata Shakur
“Youngbloods ain't got no blood to waste / in no syringes, on no barroom floors, / in no strange lands / delaying other Youngbloods' freedom.” — Assata Shakur
Revolutionary Letter #80 by Diane di Prima
“It’s terrorism when you’re forbidden to speak yr language / paddled for it, made to run a hundred laps in the snow / in your thin & holey sneakers.” — Diane di Prima