Black Power

Malcolm X said Our history did not begin in chains. They bound us for centuries cuz they want to destroy us. They tryna take everything from us. They separate our families, but not our bond. They aint giving us books cus they scared we bite back. Well our ancestors payed the price for biting back so we can get books to educate and win. We live through them. Cast down your bucket, Booker T. Washington once said. Aint keepin buckets no mo. We chasin our dreams. See, we never hungry. Our existence is our weapon that white folks mad like a hurricane. Our ancestors’ stubborn minds is why we see HBCUs today. We got hot sauce in our bags to spice up our words. We drop our mics when we say Black Lives Matter cuz we aint lettin yall play wit our lives like that. Don’t u see we tired? Zora Neale Hurston was wise when she wrote God be watching you. James Weldon Johnson wanna us lift every voice and sing the loudest like a marching band. Let’s get in formation and pay attention like Beyonce said.

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DJ Hear No Evil

DJ Hear No Evil, 2019

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Video Description: A Black man sitting and signing/rapping.  He is wearing a red hoodie.


Whaddup y'all ? 
This is DJ Hear No Evil from Mt. Vernon, NY
Money Earnin' Mt. Vernon Whassup ?!? 
I learned how to DJ at the age of 13 or 14
My pops showed me how to rock the tables
Also I learned from DJ Jazzy Jeff, DJ Scratch and DJ Cash Money..They are nice!! *chuckles*
I have been participating DJ battles many times and of course the goal is to win the battle as much as I can 
I want to indicate that people who have different types of disabilities including deaf people have an ability to overcome the obstacles
That's why I am doing this 
Know what I'm saying? 
*Showing my skills on the turntables for DJ battle where I won the 1st place against hearing DJs*

Sunshine 2.0

Lift Every Voice and Sing, 2020

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Video Description: Four signers (a dark-skinned Black woman, a light-skinned Black woman, a Black man, and a brown-skinned man) are signing/singing.  The video is in black and white.


Lift every voice and sing   
Till earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us.   
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;   
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,   
Till now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.
God of our weary years,   
God of our silent tears,
Thou who hast brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who hast by Thy might   
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,   
May we forever stand.   
True to our God,
True to our native land.

Bianca Ware
Still I Rise, 2020
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Video description: A light-skinned Black woman is signing a poem.

Transcript: "You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
Maya Angelou, "Still I Rise" from And Still I Rise: A Book of Poems.  Copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.