For Sistar Kiilu Nyasha: Freedom Is a Constant Struggle…

by Raymond Nat Turner

Kiilu-Nyasha-hosts-Freedom-Is-a-Constant-Struggle-w-Charlie-Hinton-Fred-Johnson-Solitary-Man-021816-300x225, For Sistar Kiilu Nyasha: Freedom Is a Constant Struggle…, Culture Currents
Kiilu Nyasha hosts Charlie Hinton and Fred Johnson to discuss their play “Solitary Man” on her public access show, Freedom Is a Constant Struggle on Feb. 18, 2016. When they performed the play on April 21, 2018, as a fundraiser for the Bay View, Charlie delivered a tribute to Kiilu.

Never thought I’d see

the day that I’d pray

for: Fake News;

Never thought I’d see



Islais Place is now leasing brand new units!
100 apartments at 4840 Mission Street available for lease through DAHLIA San Francisco Housing Portal!


Households must have a minimum monthly income of two times the rent. Households must earn no more than the gross monthly income listed below: Applications and more info available on DAHLIA San Francisco Housing Portal: housing.sfgov.org

The applications deadline is September 28th, 2023 at 5PM. Applications must be submitted online at housing.sfgov.org from September 7 to September 28, 2023. For assistance, contact one of the housing counseling agencies listed at housing.sfgov.org/housing-counselors.

This property has some units with special features for mobility impaired or sensory impaired households. Several preferences apply; learn more at housing.sfgov.org.

Income and other restrictions apply. Section 8 welcome. Equal Housing Opportunity.

the day that I’d pray

for: Alternative Facts

from Boss Tweet – pray that

scribblers screwed up tenses

scribbling ‘bout a constant struggler –

3-time loser in capitalist Amerikkka:

Disabled, Black and Woman – Panther to the core,

Ida B-child soldier speaking, writing in real time –

Mentoring men and women for battlefront lives

worth living …

Flying warrior woman kites coded in humanity

through concertina censorship; smuggling

Love and hope between bars, amplifying voices …

 

Maybe I’m selfish and don’t wanna let go –

don’t wanna lose the grace, the smile

Sweetly staunch as principles behind it?

 

Maybe I’m lazy and don’t wanna lift her

Load, clicking, guiding, electric silence …

whizzing down steep hills, in swift traffic like

little cablecars that climb halfway to the stars?

 

Maybe her meeting after meeting, march after march,

demonstration after demonstration, decade after decade

Shamed my temporarily-abled body to another level?

 

Or, maybe I’m afraid of losing the constant struggler –

the long distance runner – reminding me: WE WILL WIN?

 

© 2018. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.