
STATS:
- LOCATION: Sacramento, California
- TENURE: Writing for 24 years, performing and hosting for 12
- PROJECTS: Sac Slam, King of the Mic, Battle of the Bay, Mahogany, it goes on and on.
- WEBSITES: www.google.com
1. Why do you write?
Writing is my way of releasing different energies within. I often have trouble expressing myself in plain terms, so writing enables me to paint a picture of how I feel and so on. I write my frustration, my pain, my desire, my ambition…and it feels good to share it and sometimes learn that you are not always the only person who has that feeling or experience.
2. How did you get involved in hosting and organizing events?
To sum it up, I would have to say that God chose me. I was just a guy who came to poetry and sat in the back of the room with a candle, a notepad, and an incense. I got invited to be part of a collective after the 5th time I ever read poetry on the open mic. From there, they groomed me into becoming a host, and eventually, when poetry was dying in Sacramento, my phone rang and it was a venue. It’s 12 years later, and my phone hasn’t stopped ringing.
3. How do you keep poetry events captivating to audiences so that they can continually come out and support?
I bring in the best poets I can find to feature. My DJ plays rare grooves and jazz, so the crowd gets a cultural stimulus before we even reach the mic. I also try to keep the venue community oriented, and it helps that I am creative and have a sense of humor. To top it off, I am stunningly sexy and attractive.
4. How important do you think you and others like you, are to the literary and artistic community of Sacramento, CA?
We are the lifeline of culture in Northern California.Without us, all Sac has is the Kings…and they aren’t winning many games these days.
5. Tell me about your involvement with the Sacramento Slam Team?
I was a member of the first ever Sac Slam Team in 2002. I took over the team after it’s creator, the late Angela Boyce, decided to move back to San Diego. I have been the slam master and coach ever since.
6. As a host, you have had the opportunity to host some of the most creative and driven spoken word artists across the country. Who are some ones that stand out to you and why?
Ainsley Burrows, Myisha Cherry,Will Da Real One, Ise Lyfe, Tara Betts, and James Cagney. I choose these people because I know them as more than poets. It was more like when we met, we were old friends. That speaks a lot to their character. I have poets that come out, and they are good, but they rarely speak beyond asking questions about the show. Not saying that they are not down to earth, but in my experience, the poets I’ve named, and I probably have left a few out, they have shown me that it’s really about the art.
7. What is your ultimate artistic goal and mission?
I want Maya Angelou to ask me for my autograph. Either that, or I want to be in Oprah’s Book club. Then I will know that I have made it.
8. Name a poem that you would not mind having to read every day for the rest of your life?
For Colored Girls who have Considered Suicide when the Rainbow is Enuf
9. Where do you see yourself in the next 10 years?
Hopefully with a wife and kids, and a good job. Poetically, I would like to have my own venue, that I own, and I can hold community events there.
ARTIST’ WORK
The Joy of Being Average
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I gotta admit
I’m not the chiseled
smooth skinned
silk voiced brotha
you were looking for
The only runways I’ve seen
have been at airports
on my way to and from
my journey of finding true love
I gotta admit
my smile is flawed
and my skin is rough
my hair is not always done
my fingernails are ragged
and sometimes I don’t feel like ironing
I gotta admit
I might not be the champion you envisioned
jumping out of the chariot
to sweep you off your feet
and take you away into the sunset…
But I need you to love me anyway.
I need you to love me regardless,
and unconditionally in spite of the fact
that I am uncontrollably human.
I need you to love me
and my morning breath, my stank socks
and nappy hair
Look at my imperfections
like cracks in the window
that intensify the sun’s rays
instead of areas of improvement
view them as area’s of opportunity
applaud my regularity
as evidence that you are no longer
shallow water
I may not fit into your illusion of grandeur
possibly because I am in no way an illusion
What I am
is a man
and not a man in the sense of sexuality
but a man in the sense of purpose
a man who
regardless of how my nails look
or how my hair is
or the outfit I have on
will not hesitate to fix your car
or trim your hedges
a man who holds his word like he holds his life
who will hold his children like he holds his wife
who, although YOU may not be a glaring portrait
of who he anticipated coming through the curtain
will accept your shortcomings
as opportunities to grow closer together
in the process of improving on
or accepting what you cannot change and moving on
and if I do decide to get my hair done
or get a manicure
then appreciate it
not mandate it
because beauty is only skin deep
and your attractions are reflections of how your thoughts creep
and if your eyes are ready to recieve
the vision
then seeing anyone less than me
would be blinding to your soul
and seeing me
isn’t exactly a result of lowering your standards
but instead
the benefit of raising your expectations
so no
I am definitely not
the smooth skinned
chiseled,tall, sexy brotha
you were looking for
but who I am, is undeniably and apologetically
me.
Made in China
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This goes out to all the Che Guevara T-Shirt,
Camoflauge Pant,
Africa on the wrist band,
Africa on the tatoo
Africa on the bumper sticker
Africa on the answering machine
Africa spray painted on yo finger nails
havin poets…..
Your poetry is the upliftment of yo people
the word to be heard
the noun the verb
and the antonymn
your poetry is the jump to jump
bump bump in the night
your poetry make people wanna fight
your poetry is cous cous
it got the juice
the nile the while
the up and down
make black folk wanna clown
your poetry is…
your revolution
your poetry is your revolution
your poetry got the solution
your poetry is….
your poetry is the get down or lay down
your poetry got all the drunk folks that came out tonight
behind ya…
your poetry is your revolution,
and your revolution
was made in China.
Your revolution was made in China
just check the tags on your collar
the black message on the front don’t coincide
with black folk gettin dollars
and Che Guevara would’ve had you shot first
cuz his whole philosophy was anti commerce
yet you paid big cash for his shirt
your revolution was made in China
or some third world country sweat shop
for 3 cents an hour
in Africa the children mine your diamonds
while you busy screamin black power
Marcus Garvey would’ve slapped your face
for allowing the Red Black and Green to be disgraced
used to stand for a black put your cash in together statement
now on your wrist it’s more of a fashion statement
cuz your revolution has been imported from China
hand stitched
custom made to fit
just like your poetry
your poetry is the overuse of words
like nubian,black queen, oppression, liberation,freedom, african,struggle, and universe
your revolution is missing like weapons of mass destruction
is the confederate flag flying high in the south
your poetry will never be cointelpro’d nor arrested
won’t be on the CIA’s list
won’t stop another Emmitt Till, Abner Louima, or Amadou Diallo
your poetry aint boycotts, petitions or sit ins
your poetry is an actvist tshirt with no activity
is 17 yr old mother,is 35 year old grandmothers and 47 yr old great grandmothers…
your poetry is your revolution
your poetry is the Africans that watched as other Africans
walked past on their way to the ships
your poetry is the calvary that never came
your poetry didn’t show up to African Liberation Day, Black Family Day,just open mic night…
your poetry is the Dan Quayle of politics
your poetry is George Bush’s 2nd Term
it’s 70 trillion for war and budget cuts for schools
is the terminator’s first
is Ward Connerly and Tiger Woods
your poetry is Eminem producing a Tupac album
and Malcolm X would’ve booed your poem
Your poetry is your revolution
and your revolution exists only in poetry clubs
where it’s cool for your words to reflect off walls
but then…..
your poetry transforms itself into jive talk
never really making a statement besides fashion
a bunch of trendy cliches backed by lack of action
your poetry aint never held a coat drive
or taught children how to write
your poems don’t rock the vote
or provide the alternative
aint stopped the kids from shootin,
aint spent a dime in no minority businesses
aint brought home the baby daddies
your poems aint Straight Out Scribes,Amenjah,
Phil Goldvarg, or even Kahlil Al Mustafa
your poems are supply and demand, they’ve been
mass produced..
your revolution will be broadcast on HBO, sponsored by Pepsi,
Reebok, and the Gap, your revolution will include free cigarettes and drink specials
your revolution will be Tivo’d and DVD’d,
your revolution aint Jack Johnson, Bob Marley, or Nina Simone
your revolution was made in China, Korea, and Taiwan
and the only thing different about your revolution
is that China,Korea,and Taiwan actually had a revolution
and Martin Luther King would have boycotted your poetry night
because your milli vanilli tactics aint good for a grammy this time..
and it’s okay to represent your culture through your fashion
but if your actions aint backing up what you are saying
then your revolution is just what your poetry is..
just words.
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