“Think about it” was featured in the NY Times blog “The Local” today!
Check it out here.
hey folks. . .
REALLY impressed by kingz rhymes, and VERY optimistic about january from all i hear from teachers and staff on the ground. ..
is it possible to upload a draft of a video for me to see?
holla
soon
bamuthi
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Published November 26, 2008 New York Enter your password to view commentsTags: bcam, NYC, poems
listen 2 my voice & hear tha’ authenticity
kids like myself get judged on our ethnicity
our simplicity, stereotypes from our history
discriminators choose 2 look ova’ all our victories
tha’ blacks are tha’ ones who put an end 2 segregation
but tha’ faces of tha’ races left space 4 discrimination
but i ain’t tryna’ front yo, i said a couple slurrs
but it’s mistakes like that don’t let tha’ meltin’ pot burn
what i want now is a reason, weapons protect us
from itself now tell me do we really need ‘em
nowadays everybody reps red or blue
my 10 year old brotha’ told me he got bloods in his school
next time you press some1 think of what you put them through
picture it was ya’ moms gettin’ hi starin’ @ you
back then it was mostly the blacks doin’ tha’ crimes
now we gotta go through judgement 4 old times
i’m tha’ 1 that shot you, i’m the one that bit ya’ ear
i’m the one that robbed you, got you walkin’ round wit’ fear
what i want now is a reason, weapons protect us
from itself now tell me do we really need ‘em
can we actually live tha’ freedom
stay away from all the reapin’ ‘n-da’ minatory creepin’
they say tha’ countries rich & we got money proceedin’
but mad people starvin’ tell me why can’t we feed ‘em
listen 2 my voice & hear tha’ authenticity
kids like myself get judged on our ethnicity
our simplicity, stereotypes from our history
discriminators choose 2 look ova’ all our victories
but i don’t blame ‘em yo, we throwin’ signs like tha’ def
minimize our population 2 protect our rep
what i want now is a reason, weapons protect us
rom itself now tell me do we really need ‘em
hey young world. . .
just landed in chicago with my son and my brother and nephew
we’re here for a ceremony honoring 50 TREMENDOUS artists from around the country, but all the boys can talk about is grant park. . .they’re CONVINCED that we’ll run into obama when we go. . .
i’m running around like crazy, but i just wanted to shout out the bcam crew and thank you for your INCREDIBLE work last week. i’m completely looking forward to seeing updates, reading your posts, and reconvening in brooklyn in 2009. . .
in the meantime, here’s the piece that i wrote in class on our final day together. . .
we’ve definitely accomplished a lot, as a class and as a country in the short time since we parted ways, but real talk, the bus don’t stop at the mountaintop. . .
more to come. . .
MBJ
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A tree goes to negroes to Brooklyn in search of respect
Leaps into the pocket of the borough like a kid kangaroo buried in a coffin of borrowed time
A tree mourns its falling leaves looking death like a lynched lover in it’s eye
How you tell the withered winter blossom to go green
In the cloak of its fall
A tree grows in black america
De-flowered as a dead MC gun
Blast murder unsolved
To go green go back
Remember we were once all once dreams
Adrift
Sorceress sent human spells
Of the past like
A fossil turned fuel
Turned mustard seed of bleeding edge
Ashes and ancient tears returned in the rain
Red vibrate like Africa 70 double bass
Go back
Like a branch in the storm
Eden is everywhere the divine gives us everything we need
Basic respect is a human right
Take heed
Black life too much to spare
Recycled stories of fallen soldiers and urban blight
Imagine island life
Brooklyn oak
Uptake the back breaking work of uproot
Lifting freedom in synch with season like winter winds leaving the streets I pass through I pass go
I’m past due
future classic tied fast to the mast of midnight
Species devolves
Collectively agree to proceed in the wrong direction
Subconscious manifest as global infection
See the warning
It is warming
And that’s just the block
Feel the heat like rising ghosts of dead teens levitating among falling stocks
To go GREEN you got to black
Believe that life immediately around you had implicit value and should be respected sustaining the black body politic
It’s arithmetic until you insert the variables of legacy and conspiracy
And it becomes calculus to celebrate black life
In the Stuy
Among brown
a tree greens
feels clean
grows right
Respects life. . ..
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- Yusuf
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- Kavon
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- LaToya, Jessica and Miracle
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- Miracle
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- Kingsley
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- Natalie
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- Rahdell
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- Rashawna and Rahdell
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I’m Jasmine Britton and i joined this program because I have an interest in film. I think our leaders of the group are great and i enjoyed the conversations we had. To be honest I don’t like to Write unless its a treatment for a film, and when i was asked to write i felt i was out of my element. i thought i was going into this project only doing the film part.
