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Poetry from African Women on the Frontlines - InPDUM

Poetry from African Women on the Front Lines

Our organization has historically been comprised of many dynamic African women. This is no mystery as African women have historically been on the frontlines of anti-colonial struggles for liberation. Members of InPDUM are also building the cultural front of the African revolution, creating powerful works of art that promote the Revolution. These works of art also function as weapons in our “war of ideas” against white power- the ideas/ agenda/ narrative of the oppressor vs those of the oppressed. In a world where white power and its monopoly over mass media (news, magazines, television, movies etc) creates media content that inspires demoralization, self-hate and a fear of fighting back in African people, the Uhuru Movement is creating artwork that inspires us to love ourselves, love African people and, most importantly, inspires us to fight back against this oppressive system in order to free African people. Read the poetry of some of the talented women of InPDUM.


By: Jheanelle Owens

Spanish Town, Jamaica 

I don’t care what anyone says

Im African

Look at my skin

Look at my hair

Look at my nose

Listen to my voice

Those inflections aren’t French

Those nostrils aren’t English

This hair isn’t Taino

This skin isn’t white

This skin is black!

This skin formed melanin

Under the same sun

That beat my ancestors’ backs

in the cane fields

My mind was educated 

On the same land

Where we were enslaved

So you can’t tell me

That I’m something new 

I am an African woman

First and foremost

They haven’t made me into anything else

By kidnapping me

By enslaving me

By impoverishing me

By making me fight for

what is rightfully mine

My lineage

Lies in the motherland

Not on a slave ship

I was African then

I am African now

I’ll be African tomorrow

I will give birth to

African children

We will know freedom in our lifetime


By: FoFeet Alkebulan

St. Louis, Mo. u.s.a.

Trapped in a colonial cesspool up to my neck and I can’t breathe

Black lives matter is bull shit to my ears,

it never stopped the black bodies from dying

I’m suspended in sticky drainage, spit in my face at every turn

The closer I climb to getting out, a foot pushes me back in

leaving marks on my chin

They don’t want me to see the truth, I have the square root of their lies

Constantly surrounding me, bounding me

Blinding me at every turn, as my flesh burns to be free

The Uhuru Movement opened my eyes 

andI know who I am 

An African sick and tired

and tired of being tired

Revolution is the only solution for this madness I’m speaking of

Some people call it depression,

I call it the colonial lesson,

and I’m dropping out of class

My peace of mind has been strategically raped and pillaged along with Africa and I want my reparations

Some say I’m in a depression, I call it colonialism

a system built to keep me down so it can stay up

I’m diagnosed, by the maker of the pill

that caused the problem that makes me sick

it’s one of their tricks

Trapped in a colonial cesspool up to my neck 

choking my existence but I’m fighting back until we win

African Liberation in my lifetime



By: Auset Shakur

New York, Ny. u.s.a.

How can I live free with the weight of death on my chest

With homicide holding me hostage at my hips

My mother, strong, comforts me with crack stains on her lips

10 black brains blaze through her hips

My mother was a slave and I wonder if she knows it

Maybe she does and that’s why she never shows it 

I remember my mother’s tears

Like a sharp pain, aching my ears

A pain that’s been running rampant for years

Fastened to the backs of blacks like a patent 

Perfected for our entrapment

Devoted to our detachment of self

They brought us here simply to work for their wealth

There’s no concern for our hurt or our health

Like conniving canines, their only concern is their stealth

Stealing black bodies, black blood and black land

Dealing us trick cards and then forcing our hand

Literally reshaping our women and dismantling our man

I don’t know about you but I’ll do all that I can

Because my daughter will not have a fear on this land

My daughter will not shed a tear on this land

And my son, my sun, will forever shine

InPDUM is building a culture of Revolution. We are creating works of music, writing, poetry and all forms of art that promote the Revolution and the liberation of our people. We are calling on all artists to join TODAY at and help build the culture of Revolution. 

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