Amiri Baraka – Ka’Ba

 

Rest in Power; 1934 – 2014

A closed window looks down 
on a dirty courtyard, and Black people 
call across or scream across or walk across 
defying physics in the stream of their will.

Our world is full of sound 
Our world is more lovely than anyone’s 
tho we suffer, and kill each other 
and sometimes fail to walk the air.

We are beautiful people 
With African imaginations 
full of masks and dances and swelling chants 
with African eyes, and noses, and arms 
tho we sprawl in gray chains in a place 
full of winters, when what we want is sun.

We have been captured, 
and we labor to make our getaway, into 
the ancient image; into a new

Correspondence with ourselves 
and our Black family. We need magic 
now we need the spells, to raise up 
return, destroy, and create. What will be the sacred word?

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