Yesterday: amazing political art by Young Gifted and Black, Isis Rising, and all kinds of other phenomenal hip-hop and soul-flavored performances at the Life Is Living festival yesterday in West Oakland (including an extended Nina Simone tribute that, during Jennifer Johns‘s take on Sinnerman, evoked a cathartic tear or two from the wildly dancing audience). On my way out of the park I watched this rhyme unfold in my head.
It started with the tradeoff of wages and prices, then meandered to attacks on reproductive care (thanks for that presentation, Becca!), the false liberation of muslim women thru u.s. imperialist war, and nuclear energy and fukushima (shouts to Umi for alerting me to the feminist working-class issues there).
So here you go — an extremely extremely rough experiment, something that will probably never amount to anything polished. Still, it represents my gratitude for all that I’m learning, every day, from comrades, artists, thinkers, ancestors, and people in struggle.
lyrics=======what they give to us in wagesthey take back in price raisesand when prices go downain’t no jobs to go aroundclass war is the struggle of haves and have notsthe haves got cops and the nots get locked upknocked uppatriarchy ain’t always a black eyeit’s that guycuttin reproductive care statewidestay wisestay appriseddon’t believe in state lieswomen’s liberation ain’t no bombs in the skyain’t no nuclear sitesclaimin power for the peoplebut indigenous displacementand radiation is the paymentthat’s why i send love to mothers in fukushimaand the elders volunteeringfor the deadly job of cleanup
Well, my my my. Pretty damn good.
awhy thank you! ;) miss you!!!! how’s autumn over there? i imagine toasty socks and multicolored hand-knit scarves and hats.
-your biggest fan ;)
mutual fandom. :)
…a joy to hear: lyrical, imaginative, inspirational!!!