Poetry
Early Morning Musings
Some thoughts running through my head while receiving a breakfast tray with two large flour tortilla shells, a spoonful of mustard and half cooked grits….
The Coldness Of The System And The Warmth of Resistance
This cold weather is nothing compared to the coldness of the imperialist and capitalist system, which only the warmth of resistance can overcome.
Who We Are That We Can’t See
In this poem that closed out a 1995 pamphlet, Shaka poses a series of questions compelling the reader to stand amongst the righteous.