Shirley Staples: Getting It Together
i have awakened from my dream world of reactionary flowers and have clothed myself in fibres of liberation upon my head i have placed the garland of revolution Poets spoke of wars and brothers rapped away the time and all i could do was speak of white roses and daisies crosses were being burned— justice was being denied bullets were stilling lives and yet i marvelled at unrealistic flower gardens until WEEDS of Don Lee, Ameer Baraka, Giovanni, Pfister and others made my rose petals wither and the thorns of the rose pricked my finger and i saw real blood i speak no more of white lilies and the magnolias no longer smell sweet my reactionary flower world is non-existant and i listen as the revolutionary Weeds of Reality rap to me and as the last wilted flower dries up in the sands of changing times i get my thing Together.