Jonathan De Camps

Remember we're all one and need to begin to live in unison with less friction so there's no need for police and politician all we need is love as our religion uniting all Muslims, Jews, Buddhist, Hindus, and Christian African, Asian, Hispanic and Caucasian.

All united as one we're not quitting untilthe job is done until we are all living together having fun all utilizing our skills and talents for one mission to live in a new position were there's no more competition

Peace, love and unity is the message and the vision so please turn off your your tel lie vision tune inside yourself and begin to listen remember you are GOD in the flesh that has now risen whether you're Muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindu or Christian

- Natural

Dear Black Lives Matters

I was never one for saying the Pledge

Hand over heart in grade school

All that rhetoric about gods and republics

Seemed like a fairy tale, an origin myth

But let me ask, to those who do think

Allegiance means something

Those last seven words

Indivisible, with 

Liberty and Justice

For all

What do these words mean

What obligation do I have to you

And you to me

And us to them

Is "one nation" a misprint

An advertising slogan

Do we get a free gift with purchase

If we sign up now?

- Rebecca Wakefield

Snowflakes in Summertime

In every state another crime

Blackfeet walk a thousand miles

He said:

“The revolution will not be televised”

She said

“It’s an artist’s duty te reflect the times”

NEWSFLASH: 2016

We are back on the streets

Marching against white supremacists 

baptized in the same bloody ignorance

Their ancestors did and they keep it going

Traded conical hats in badges showing

Our fists are lit like Black Panter breed

The other hand carrying signs for the world to read 

We are done being excluded for free

BLACK LIVES MATTERS 

- Smita James 2016

"Being Hope (part 1)

We burned so hot in 1980 we all stopped screaming.

The pain
The burn
Felt good.

That year five Miami cops were acquitted 
In another jurisdiction
Of killing Arthur McDuffie.

In 1980 we burned.

Arthur McDuffie
A black insurance salesman
Arthur McDuffie
A former Marine
Arthur McDuffie
Driving a motorbike through a desolate overpass after midnight in Overtown.
Overtown Miami U S A.

In 1980 nobody dreamed of pulling out their phones and recording their daily atrocities in Overtown or Liberty City, or Vietnam that grungy Cuban hood next to 1-95 in little Havana.

Like Reagan to AIDS, we all looked the other way.

But rage won't subside
When evidence of a blood-lust beating, bare fisted and starring a Billy club smashed between McDuffie's eyes, comes to light.

Despite the proof
The mound of flesh
The wounds that bled through the cover story,
There was no crime.
The law enforcers were acquitted. 
They enforced the law of their land repugnant and righteous as it was in the face of injustice.
The officers beamed never sweating the possibility they'd be punished.

The fires.
The uprising.
The innocents and the unhinged
Dead or wounded at the crossroads of my first real taste of police injustice. 
Miami burned. 
Brutality burned.
So long ago.
So long ago."

- JC Agustin

America doesn't exist without Black lives

Without Black labor

Without Black creativity

Without Black intelligence

Black love

Black humor

Black perseverance

America is Black

From the roots of its music 

To the tangle of its hair

Our destiny is manifest

In these people

Black people

Our people

Obviously

- Rebecca Wakefield