💬 Spoken Poem: We Are The Last Poets
This wind you hear is the birth of memory. When the moment hatches in time’s womb, there will be no art talk. The only poem you will hear will be the spear point pivoted Into the punctured marrow of the villain, And the timeless native son dancing like crazy to retrieved rhythms of desire faded into memory. Therefore, we are The Last Poets of the world. And the question is not whether the world is ready for change, but rather are you n——?
Artists that were on the forefront of the civil rights movements and who some consider the first hip-hop group.