Truth is my Compass, & Wisdom my Helm.

Amerika, England, Germany, and the like
your democracy is your whiteness

If you lose your constitution,
the Military will have its way with you

To my Niggers, Niggas, Negroes, Blacks, African-Americans, and Colored folks:

Why are you committed to a state of utter shock when your brethren is hung by bullets? Do you not know the country of your birth? Why the constant and predictable rage? For how much longer shall we ask justice of a nation dedicated to the annihilation of our humanity?

For those confused, Democracy is not a game of Chess; it is Monopoly, and we barely own our skin. I think it’s about time we began sketching a new playing field.

The world is a war zone, freedom is under attack, and we are living in the trenches.

Hey Hillbilly: I know you may see a coon in my skin. I understand you sip ignorance and feast upon hate. I would too, if I were a white person living in a white house of unrequited white-amerikan dreams.

You, catcalling misogynistic Black male: Your mother spoiled you stupid. You now think “black woman” is a synonym for WHORE, how did this happen? I understand she has protected you from prison’s gate by dishing you what little love she failed to feed herself.

Hi Ms. Martha’s Vineyard: Your self-entitlement bears the stench of a skunk’s foul odor. Of course, you think I am an affirmative-action blacky—I see it in your eyes and hear it in your tone. I understand you only know white people like you, who have as much money as you do.

Dear Elder, Church-goer: I am not going to hell for dressing in ways less feminine than you are comfortable with; and yes, I am a lesbian. But I know you wouldn’t be the kind to throw the first stone, right?

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I once thought all white folks were simpleminded, until I held and loved a white woman. I used to revel in my indifference towards my immigrant Mexican neighbors, who flee their homes because NAFTA has made farming unprofitable. As in, our free trade bears the cost of livelihood for Mexicans. I had thought the Japanese were not my people, and then I learned of Hiroshima, Nagasaki and the internment camps. I was certain that Indians in India were taking my potential jobs, and then I learned that Indians were hired for their cheap currency—cheaper labor.

I once believed that everyone had to fend for themselves, and then I discovered self-love. Love born within the cracks of my soul fed my appetite for survival.

Once my soul became full, I decided to live. But I cannot live if my fellow humans are dying and barely surviving. If you breathe, I am your comrade. If you have not survived, I will avenge your departure by solidifying our compatriots. The world is our home and I will poke truth in every face of antipathy.

Call me cunt, nigger, faggot, wish me death under your breath; lynch me in your mind and rape me with your eyes, but let me sit in your ear and untie these lies.

I know your hatred is an unintelligent expression for needs unmet and feelings unnamed.

But if I wish to live and be free, I must love those bent upon hating me. I can love you because I am freedom’s child—and so are you. We are the descendants of liberty, let’s be soldiers for freedom together.

I am a Captain, and as such, I order you to cast aside the defective lies that have blinded your heart’s eyes.

                                                       TAKE cover


I am tossing incendiary love grenades and blasting deference into hatred’s army.

                                will you join me?

                                                                    freedom is a long journey…

I was commissioned by fate
to explore the indomitable

Incidentally, I became acquainted with love

I wish to share my discovery
with colonized minds   

Sojourner Truth and I were fortunate to have a conversation. I am privileged to present a transcript.

Sojourner: Zisa, how is freedom treating you?

Zisa: Sojourner, I regret to inform you that slavery has begun all over.

Sojourner: How could that be?                          

Zisa: As it turns out, Ku Klux Klan white supremacy was a boyish form of white patriarchy. White men no longer parade horses at late hours with homemade firebombs. We now have a Military that marches throughout the planet with machine guns and drones. This manly white patriarchy is so overbearing that it has turned the formerly enslaved natives of Africa into perpetual consumers for corporations that enslave Africa. It seems that using money, like cotton, necessitates a form of enslavement.

Sojourner: What are you telling me?

Zisa: Well, Sojourner, I am glad that you wanted to be identified as a woman, but I wish you had said human. After all, they did consider you property. It’s been over a century since your passing, and I think you forgot the motherland.

Sojourner: Tell me more.

Zisa: There was an evolution from object to subject during the times of chattel slavery. As a result of the rise of the nation-state, the nature of one’s humanity was dictated by their relationship to a nation, like a mother. Once enslaved Negroes were emancipated, they were in existential purgatory, for they were neither animal, nor citizen.  

When the freed Negro enlisted in the military he was granted the recognition of citizenship. It was as if a father who had raped the Negro continent finally accepted his own children.

But because these children were mothered by a white nation they have become confused. They have forgotten the womb which bore them life—their motherland.

When enslaved Negroes partook in the Amerikan Civil War, they denied their maternal lineage. The inhabitants of this land grew fond of their familial independence from the British Empire, as they became the United States of Amerika. Over the decades, the true man of the United States of Amerika has matured into the corporation; and with the help of his amerikan children, he is also the military.

Sojourner: Has the world become a plantation?

Zisa: Yes, before they made cotton, now they make money. Every plantation requires a hierarchy of power. The way my mother described it to me is as such: White man « White woman « Negro man « Negro woman.

I hadn’t thought this to be true, but it appears that the nations of Africa, South America, and Asia have become little Negroes.

Those who are democratic and/or capitalistic have a higher standard of living. These are Negro nations. Whereas, those who are poverty stricken and under a dictatorship are Negress nations. Sometimes, a Negress may refuse sex, or may want to keep her child. Comparably, a Negress nation may not want to work with/for an imperial white corporation. She may not want to be subjected to his industrialization. In which case, she is accused of not being civilized, and at worst, a terrorist.

A country that refuses to become capitalistic, which is interchangeable with democratic, is a slave that refuses to work the cotton fields.

This is one reason why human trafficking has been growing. If you can get a body out of its nation, it is the purest of property.

Amerikan citizens can now enlist in the military, and when a Negro or Negress nation is disobedient or unproductive, the military invades. In essence, amerika is the massa’s house; we, amerikans, have the same father because our nation is fond of miscegenation.         

           …and we all love our white mommy and fight for our white daddy.

Sojourner: Are you referencing the sexual depravity of the Slave institution and a repetition of slave roles?

Zisa: Yes, you are most accurate. The boyish white patriarchy of your day would have hung a Negro off a tree, raped a black woman; or hung a pregnant black woman, carved her baby out of her womb and then set her body on fire. In my day, we send undereducated and misinformed amerikans of all races into countries with guns and bombs.

Amerikans have been savoring the discoveries of the Corporation, and believe they are free and entitled to all the money and goods that can be. 

But of course, as with the days of your enslavement, the white man is never honest about his endeavors.

Sojourner: This cannot be true.

Zisa: But indeed—it is. Amerikans who do not enlist in the military reap the rewards of their protection—their citizenship, their whiteness.

I am saddest to confess that Amerika has become a white woman who watches the military as it lynches and pummels Negro and Negress nations.

It may be conspiracy, but it seems that the KKK put away their white costumes and cones and put flags on us all. It has resulted in an incestuous slave plantation. 

Sojourner: The invention of time has kept folks enslaved to those bibles stories, as they live the plot. What is one to do with this insight?

Zisa: I believe life to be an evolutionary journey. Our thoughts and ideas are vehicles to share with all life forms. I can only hope to transmit ideas that mobilize  the human soul.

I have no religion, nor do I have a fatherland. I am a bastard of the Earth. I was mothered by water and disowned by greed. Dollars taunt me to commit deadly sins of normalcy so I may achieve my Amerikan Dream. But I have refused to lie to myself. I, who has eyes, can see what the mockery truly is. Give bastards money and they’ll claim Mary to be their mother. After all, her immaculate conception of Jesus was a great tale. But I know mother. She is encoded in my DNA, my blood. She is 70% of me. We call her water.

Some believe me to be crazy. I suppose drilling into the earth and annihilating innocent and uncivilized people is perfectly normal. This is why I am unable to grow fond of a schizophrenic world that has deemed me insane beyond recognition.

Forgive me, for I have committed the sin of love in a narcissistic world.

Money, that bitch is cruel. It has instructed people to believe that they can purchase anything with sufficient funds. I find it funny that money comes from trees. Trees are processed into paper, then painted, and disseminated around the globe. We now believe that trees can buy water, gold, silver, and diamonds.

Of course this is untrue. Money is only as powerful as the bullet of a gun and the explosion of a bomb. We know this but are unable to reconcile our love for painted paper.

Consequentially, money has become glorious in a godless world of entitlement.

I wish Mary were lynched and Jesus was born again. But truly, the idiocy is unbecoming of our future.  

I understand that you have been put down? Folks have been making a lot of ruckus about you. I suppose being behind bars for twenty years is not as sensational as being intravenously murdered. Please forgive my tone, in advance, but you were an explicit product of a system built broken. Whether you killed that policeman or not, your treatment had nothing to do with justice. When the “freest nation” has the highest rate of incarcerated people behind privatized bars in the world, expecting anything less than what became of you would be unintelligent. But when folks chant peace, liberty and justice from facebook, iphones and twitter, you represent a strange glitch in the amerikan justice system.

The same people hooked on dreams about democracy that have yet to materialize, fail to wonder how we, amerika, are invading and engaging in genocidal assaults  against many nations of the middle east—and elsewhere, many of which are covert. Questions surrounding the activities of COINTELPRO, the assassination of MLK, Malcolm X, JFK and the million dollar ransom on Assata Shakur are not of mainstream concern.

This is to say, the Department of Defense, CIA, FBI, NSA and the Police Department are instruments of the Military and Prison Industrial Complex; and neither of these entities exist for the pursuit of liberty or justice.

And when we ignore skies that rain bullets on innocent folks afar, we are, sometimes, struck by stray bullets. Most of the time, folks just bleed their whole lives. But you, Troy Davis, found the bullet to be fatal. And because we live in a world that undermines the slow death many of us endure, your activists only changed their facebook statuses when you were put down—after all those years.

Some even said it was because you were black. As if living in a racist patriarchal society can be extricated from false doctrines, like constitutional rights, and a capitalist structure that has commodified race.

A motley of money
befriended itself
with a few men

Over the centuries,
it’s constructed law
and made itself god

It calls itself a person
and is governed by no law
and wishes to take the Earth

Genocide and ecocide
rage the planet
thru corporate funded wars

Food and medicine kill
like grenades and AK-40’S
and school books and TV’s

However, the Corporation breaks it’s own law
for thou shall not commit homicide;
murder requires justice

fuck the law.

Humans have been programmed to believe they are single souled organisms. They have been denied access to the spirit world through disinformation of their creation and the criminalization of mushrooms and marijuana. Humans have come to worship law and science as they kill themselves like the sheeple they’ve been trained to be.

Why else do humans dig into the bowels of the Earth which sustains their life? Does an embryo stab it’s mother’s pancreas for diamonds and drain the urine of it’s bladder for gas? Would the life of a womb drill into the heart of its mother for gold? Would it begin to tear its own skin as it nears its delivery? Why does it crave such misery?

Do branches wrestle each other to death? Can a leaf rip another leaf to shreds? Does soil deplete itself?

Why do humans kill thyself? They must not know they are one.

I am a leaf
of the tree of life

I love the sky
and never wish to die