WEEK 3: BLACK FUTURES MONTH 2018

Week 3 of Black Futures Month brought the fusion of global and local. We are honored to have South Africa based Napo Masheane and Zanele Muholi. This week also featured the amazing work of Amir Sulaiman and Mawena Yehouessi!

Zanele Muholi is a South African artist and visual activist. She has documented Black lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex people’s lives in South Africa. Twitter

Napo Masheane is a South African writer, director, producer, poet and an acclaimed performer on both international and national stages.  Twitter

Amir Sulaiman is a poet, recording artist, Harvard Fellow, actor, screenwriter and producer. Website| Twitter| Facebook| Instagram

Mawena Yehouessi is the co-founder and director of Black(s) to the Future, as well as an artist, dancer, graphic designer, and project manager. Website| Facebook

Amir and Mawena’s piece entitled “Are You Disconnected”

Muholi and Napo’s piece “We. Are. Coming. For. Everything.”

COMING FOR EVERYTHING

By: Napo Masheane

We have… stumbled in the dark

Across centuries of hate asleep on the floor

Packed tight together beneath a table

To make room for his-story not to scar us

We have…stayed awaken through the darkest times

Bounded by slavery-chains of racism

The colonial drunken-ness of sexism

The wicked spit-laughter of apartheid

 

We have… hanged our dreams

In windows

That denied US the right to breathe freed-air

 

But one day…

Our bodies will be seeds, planted inside dreams

To grow not as tears that punch the air

But as memories of flight out of a calabash

As humble as a simple clay

As fierce as the bonfire leaping out of its heart

Echoing

Affirming

Reaching

Reflecting

To free voices in chains

To bleed humanity against fears

To raise fists-full of dust

And to come for everything…

Our lands

Our names

Our tongues

Our songs

 

So… when you see our voices as bullets born

Cracking through walls of revulsion

Know we have come… to take everything

Coming for everything

For blood-hood as pure as drops of rain

For weaved up magic of wounds of any black child

 

Our children and their children’s children

Will know… our ghetto-township mountain-voices

Are held up by shoulders of Queens and Kings

Gold grows between our fingers

Our dance moves footprints to the sky

 

We are… a linage of blood-cliffs that keeps these land/s upbeat

We will not freeze, faint, or freight anymore

We will live, love, fly invisibly

To the pulse of our own power

And come for everything

 

Our heart skins will sleep but not rest

Our water-work will never shut-up

Kneel-down

Bend-curve

Break-loose

For any system or people who hate BLACK-NESS

Who refuse OUR voices to rise even in death

 

Our word-claws will split the sky

And make undying trees out of our spirits

Because we have… been crushed by endless sunsets

And her-story like flesh

Has wrapped its self a thousand-million times like a noose

 

We have had enough

Our fore-fathers have hanged straight off-legacies

That have devoured us only as black-fruits

 

So we have… come for everything

Are coming for everything

We will not freeze, faint, or freight anymore

We will live, love, fly invisibly

To the pulse of our own power

And come for everything

 

When you see our voices as bullets born

Cracking through walls of revulsion

Know we have come… to take everything

Coming for everything

For blood-hood as pure as drops of rain

For weaved up magic of wounds of any black child

Because in this life time

My life- Your life- Our lives

BLACK

CHILD

MATTERS

 

We are… coming for everything

 

You can find these pieces on Blavity here and here