I’m exhausted but I “Can’t Sleep”.  There’s too much work to be done in our communities, we are on the brink of annihilation if we don’t band together, come together and stand up for our rights as a black community – as human beings.

Stay tuned….coming soon the debut of Can’t Sleep by Assata Afua


Can’t sleep
Cause I’m longing for a collective agency
For a black revolution
An active movement
A charge
A call to arms
To action
Let’s sit in
…stand up
…stand tall
…shout loud
…push back
…fight back
Revolt for what’s right
Against this constant struggle
For equality and justice
Or there will be no peace!!….

The New Black Movement!


Spoken Word



Younger days I remember…

A mirrored image staring back at me.

Coarse hair, full lips, broad nose

the darkness of my skin caused me to be treated differently.

Why me I asked?

Who is this person staring back at me?

I wanted to be different;

I wanted silky hair that blew easily by the breeze,

if only my lips were thin, my nose narrow,

and my skin shades lighter.

I am sure things would come easy to me in life


Older days are here now..

The mirrors image staring back at me.

Thickness of my hair symbolizes the regality of my ancestors;

the fullness of these lips only personifies

the knowledge that is spoken through them.

The broadness of my nose

only enhances the pride in my face when I hold my head up high.

Things now come easy to me in life.

I look in the mirror and staring back at me

is beauty and confidence…

the essence, the blackness of me!

                                                   –  S. Marie


“People ask why…

“People ask why I am so quiet, I quickly reply…It’s no use talking unless people understand what you say.” -Zora Neal Hurston

I have always been known as a thinker, never really opening up and expressing my feelings or thoughts verbally.  Not until I read this quote did I understand how I really felt about words that weren’t written down on paper.  Speaking aloud often came across as condescending to most.  Often times people just didn’t understand the words that I used.  I slowly began to deviate from talking to people and reverted to writing things down- giving people the opportunity to take their time, digest my words and look them up if needed.  I became expressionless – I didn’t like how that made me feel.  So now I express myself verbally-taking no prisoners and apologizing to none for my intelligence!  To equivocate my intelligence is no longer an option.