song of freedom

ushered for the play on wednesday, and all i can say is that i was truly blown away. it was so inspirational and it made me feel good to see that there were so many people on campus trying to do something positive. people who actually gave a damn about what's going on at fort valley- for real. people who don't just go to the game and yell "FORT VALLLLEEEEEYYYYYYYYY!" but people who make some action happen. and then this nigga, who already walked in late, had the nerve to come up in there with some mcdonald's. WHAT. THE. FUCK. nigga- if you don't take your country ass up out of this auditorium with that foolishness! come on black people. a time and a place, or did my grandma just teach me that? but back to what i was saying, the play was way more than i expected it to be. not saying that i had low expectations or anything, but sometimes when people re-create a picture of what took place after crossing the atlantic it can be a bit redundant. but it was on some real shit! a true blessing to have even been there. (and yeah, i just used shit and blessing in the same paragraph. no disrespect.) really showcased something special to kick off black history month.

i have a hectic reading schedule i'm trying to keep up with. reading "we real cool" by bell hooks right now. plan on reading autobio of malcolm x, sula, and nigger before the month is over. i know i probably won't get through all of them this month, but hey a brother can have something to look forward to.

peace and love. revolution can't be stopped.
gkg