Amerika has always denied,
Holding political prisoners…
they lied.
From original Panthers
to anarchists and
anti-imperialists,
They’ve always exiled
executed or locked away
those who were serious.
About challenging the status quo
removed so they couldn’t show,
The masses
the

There were no races
Before 1676,
During that time
Europeans and Arikans were mixed.

On the plantations
As servants and slaves,
United as one
Cradle to grave.

They suffered lived
Loved and died the same,
Then in

George Jackson
Soledad brother,
With a
Solid ass mother.

She raised a revolutionary man
That they HAD to kill,
Even still
He left a will.

And testament
To the people,
So decades later
We’re still seeing sequels.

Revolutionaries in prisons

GENTRIFICATION (2022)
By Kevin “Rashid” Johnson

Gentrification
The word is a euphemism
A sneaky way
to display
racism
To hide fascist
displacement without
lynchings and white riots
Or the “n” word
being heard
But the result
is the same
Ethnic

ASSATA (2023)

By Kevin “Rashid” Johnson

Every little girl
Should know her name,
From the bowels of
Repression and calamity she came.

Wrung poetic lyrics
Of love from raw pain,
From a system designed

WINNIE (2023)

By Kevin “Rashid” Johnson

When I exalt the name Mandela,
I’m not invoking the fella.

Compared to her weight in gold,
Nelson couldn’t hold.

A single penny,
Yes, I’m speaking of Winnie.

RED WHITE & BLUE (2023)

By Kevin “Rashid” Johnson

Do the victims of America realize,
What this rag’s colors symbolize?

Red is for the blood
That we’ve shed,
Blue is for the injuries
And bodies dead.

White is for the

FORGOTTEN YOUNG (2023)

By Kevin “Rashid” Johnson

There was a time when,
We didn’t produce blind men.

Because the elders taught,
The youth the things they ought.

To know and grow from,
The scars we earned when young.

Not today