Revolution for/against My People* - Repost

I will post a blog today that was one of my favorites that came to mind today that Tiha(eysqueen) wrote....I think it should get another chance to shine, hope you enjoy, also please check out Tiha's guest blog (Mon.) and my guest blog (Tues.) over at Luvvie's Random Rants.

originally posted 8.18.08
*lighten up, written in jest

After doing research on Che Guevara I’m feeling revolution minded. Guevara saw many injustices done to his people, and in trying to help them, he became a soldier for the people. Although his tactics were rather violent and aggressive, the total opposite of great civil rights leaders as MLK, I completely feel his idealism. This leads me to want to start my own revolution for my people, with the enemy being my people. I’m tired of seeing all the injustices we do to ourselves, and being calm and rational about it just isn’t getting results. I want to pull out some guerilla warfare on the community. I want to set up schools in the back of liquor stores and churches, so that no matter where the righteous or drunk my go, they can find the knowledge. I want to rob the black wealthy and give the money in the urban programs that provide extra education, food, and activities for the inner city youth who have nothing better to do with their time. I want to ship guys in prison from Attica to military schools and camps, so I can strengthen my army while showing folks another way, an outlet for all that pent up frustration and anger. I want to furlough the celebrities and make them do community service on the days they don’t get paid, make them earn their role model status, because regardless of whether or not you see yourself as a role model, that’s what our youth see you as and you have a responsibility to them to ACT RIGHT! I want to take the uppidity set of negroes and bring them back to where they are from and teach them that you don’t ever look down upon your own people, we are all we got. I want to overpay our teachers, social services folks, cops and emergency medical people. They save our lives everyday, they deserve it. And once I’m done tearing down all the ghettos and rebuilding the community, educating the people, feeding the people, working on the self esteem of the people, employing the people, and whooping the ass of anyone who tries to stop me, I’ll retire on an island, populated by NONE of my people. You negroes wear me out…

Poetry Wednesday's: MEH (my response to the debate last night)

*Poetry selection from Tiha*

(Untitled)
Meditating Endlessly about my Horizons
because the view at ground level sucks
I’m too close to the manmade earth
which is made up mainly of mistakes and rocks.
I’ve taken to tugging on my hair
to relieve all this anxiety I have built up inside
in school I believe they said it’s a disorder
anxious obsession that I know is felt countrywide.
I have no sense of control
but what I sense isn’t too good
in fact its keeping me with bald patches on my head
and my eyes rolled up looking like a crackhead in the hood.
If drugs were an option
I’d be smacking my arm right now
but my youth has already taught me
that short term is not an option, not for me anyhow.
So I keep my eyes on the horizon
my mind floating amongst the clouds
keeping my dreams alive and safe
and protecting my goals underground.

*Note from Naturally Alise: Her poem was so hot that I dare not touch it, so below I will post the Cubicle Crusaders favorite poem by Nikki Giovanni, because it captures how we have been feeling as of late and has invigorated our journey!*

revolutionary dreams
i used to dream militant
dreams of taking
over america to show
these white folks how it should be done
i used to dream radical dreams
of blowing everyone away with my perceptive powers
of correct analysis
i even used to think i'd be the one
to stop the riot and negotiate the peace
then i awoke and dug
that if i dreamed natural
dreams of being a natural
woman doing what a woman
does when she's natural
i would have a revolution

-nikki giovanni

Poetry Wednesday: Project:Roam

OK, today me and T-Boogie have no blog in us, but we want to shout out our favorite soon to be wandering poet, who is embarking on a fabulous voyage tomorrow. So visit his site Project:Roam, and check out his awesome project and subscribe or follow the blog to be part of something great. Here is his latest poem below... We'll back tomorrow for Random Thursday and sh*t!!!

Where's the revolution?

ask us

First generation to be worst off than their parents

financially, the corporate and social ladder pulled up from above

Lower rungs made slippery with a mixture of oil and blood

Too abstract? How this

We enter the workforce with more debt on our backs

than we can ever pay back

You have to pay for power

Power comes from knowledge

You have to win the Power Ball to afford college

Power to the people!

Revolution?

Brown Vs. Board didn't abolish separate but equal

You go to school in your district

which is populate with your kind of people

How many billionaires live in your hood?

How many kids with a choice go to public instead of private schools

Poor people try to separate by race but their all equal

Middle class separates by gates but are all equal

Rich people separate by their money's dates but are all evil, equal

But between those 3 lines

there is no equal

Power lines don't just direct current - see

They separate people

-Elliot Axiom

*Profound IM Alert*

*We interrupt this day to bring you a profound IM alert, please do not panic.*

T 2U: my manager wont manage his people
Alise: you have an inept shepherd
Alise: how u gonna be scared of sheep?
T 2U: he's a sheep in shepherd clothings
Alise: but check it out:
Alise: that means the sheep are managing the wolves who are in business casual sheep's clothing
Alise: aint that some shit
T 2U: that sounds like my reality
Alise: word is bond.
T 2U: so i guess its time for the wolves to stop laying low
Alise: Revolution time!
(and speaking of revolution check this out: Project:Roam)

*Let's get this revolution popping! Operation Shawshank in full effect! *

Revolutionize Deez, Part II

*I am convinced Tiha is just sick in the head, I don't believe her, she needs more people.

Well today my partner in (C)Rhyme is "sick"*... boo hoo and sh*t.... so we can't do a collaboration poem, so I will post up one of my few angry/revolution pieces of personal poetry and a throwback IM convo to hopefully keep all 9 of you entertained (lol)....

the end of a conversation about regrets, do-overs, and sh*t.....

2/22/07
T 2U: can't live in the past with the coulda woulda shouldas
T 2U: dammmit
T 2U: i stil cant help kicking myself
T 2U: had i just beleived in myself back then i coulda went far
Alise: Just think about what you can, will, and shall do
T 2U: this is what happens to a dream deferred
Alise: but think about it.... it is deferred not defeated... so suck that sh*t up pimpin'
T 2U: yeah not defeated by far
T 2U: just deferred, lol

"Revolution Deferred"
That dream deferred explodes,
But that makes me wonder…

What happens to freedom fighting deferred?
It allows for here and now bondage to abound
What happens to revolution deferred?
It allows the revolving door of regression to spin at full force….
What happens to acceptance deferred?
It divides us further, and we continue to be conquered
What happens to self love deferred?
It lets hate sneak like a thief in the night to infiltrate us all.

Putting off the fight, puts us in a predicament that potentially puts our souls on oppression's chopping block,
Waiting to wage war on the world's ills is letting massa’ wield his whip once again.
Silence is settling for suffering..
Indifference is an invitation for injustice
And you are just giving your RSVP for destruction.
Don't be scared to fight…
Be scared of what will happen if you don't.
Don't raise your right fist and scream black power.
Open that hand and grab what is rightfully yours.
Don't kick yourself in self pity about what ya shoulda woulda coulda did
Kick down doors with self empowerment and do what you shall, will, and can do

The revolution ain't televised, but the regression is…
So lets not focus on "entertainment",
Don't entertain the notions of ignorance,
If you don't watch it, it will fail
But if you don't keep your eyes on the prize, that too will fail.
If you don't listen to the absurdities on the airwaves, radio will fail
The enemy wants your ears on the nice bass lines and catchy hooks
They don't want you to keep your ear to the ground….
So listen up because ignorance ain't bliss….
Defer the revolution no longer..............

Cubicle Glossary, 'Cubespeak' if you will

cubicle, noun
1. breeding ground for contempt
2. cage for guerillas
3. cage for gorillas

meeting, noun
a designated time and place for idiots to boast their stupidity (idiots need soapboxes too)

promotion, noun.
more work and title extension for less pay

manager , noun i guess
an idiot with *unearned pride

*8/5/08

T 2U: any new fantasmic poems in the works?
T 2U: i'm going to need you to produce more and faster (mimicking my boss and the establishment)
T 2U: (feeling stupid like my boss and the establishment, but too full of unearned pride to admit it)
Alise: ha, unearned pride
T 2U: can you even have unearned pride?
Alise: yes, it is called those pretensious folks living a lie
T 2U: ha! well when u put it like that
T 2U: and remind me why it goes before the fall
Alise: wait wait.... wiki pedia says: Pride goes before a fall is a paraphrase of an ancient Hebrew proverb, designed to warn that pride will often cause one to fall or fail. Another variant on this quotation is Pride comes before the fall.
Alise: good ol' interweb
T 2U: pride will often cause one to fall or fail
T 2U: makes sense
T 2U: too much pride that is
Alise: pride generally covers a multitude of sins

furlough (alt. sp. fur-looooow) , noun
little people taking the bullet for big-wig
idioacy [syn. bullshit]

raise, noun.
a yearly increase far below inflation [syn. bullshit]

Cubicle Crusaders, super-duper-noun
1. wolves in business-cassual attire
2. Time bombs with teeth
3. Cool ass gals (or guys) biding their time until the revolution [i.e. Tiha & Naturally Alise.... and maybe YOU]

Revolution for/against My People*

*lighten up, written in jest

After doing research on Che Guevara I’m feeling revolution minded. Guevara saw many injustices done to his people, and in trying to help them, he became a soldier for the people. Although his tactics were rather violent and aggressive, the total opposite of great civil rights leaders as MLK, I completely feel his idealism. This leads me to want to start my own revolution for my people, with the enemy being my people. I’m tired of seeing all the injustices we do to ourselves, and being calm and rational about it just isn’t getting results. I want to pull out some guerilla warfare on the community. I want to set up schools in the back of liquor stores and churches, so that no matter where the righteous or drunk my go, they can find the knowledge. I want to rob the black wealthy and give the money in the urban programs that provide extra education, food, and activities for the inner city youth who have nothing better to do with their time. I want to ship guys in prison from Attica to military schools and camps, so I can strengthen my army while showing folks another way, an outlet for all that pent up frustration and anger. I want to furlough the celebrities and make them do community service on the days they don’t get paid, make them earn their role model status, because regardless of whether or not you see yourself as a role model, that’s what our youth see you as and you have a responsibility to them to ACT RIGHT! I want to take the uppidity set of negroes and bring them back to where they are from and teach them that you don’t ever look down upon your own people, we are all we got. I want to overpay our teachers, social services folks, cops and emergency medical people. They save our lives everyday, they deserve it. And once I’m done tearing down all the ghettos and rebuilding the community, educating the people, feeding the people, working on the self esteem of the people, employing the people, and whooping the ass of anyone who tries to stop me, I’ll retire on an island, populated by NONE of my people. You negroes wear me out…