The Last Poets - Black Is
Black is this old, wrinkled-face queen
Chilling on the porch and rocking away her last days
Thinking of her grandchildren
Black is the old lady’s grandchildren
Yelling “Revolution” so that their grandmother will die free
I’m just in love with this man.
I speak Irish.
This says a lot about people
One of my fav things on tumblr.
This song changed my life