Author & Publisher Azaan Kamau Does it again!
This is the first book that she has written with her Mother Madlyn...
The Memoirs of Madlyn F. Glover;
A Love & Romance with Ray Charles Robinson
ISBN 978-0-578-06262-4
This one of a kind book is a vivid example of one woman's fight for the dignity that she felt she deserved. This book is portrait of love, commitment, pride, sacrifice, and ultimately humility.
Azaan Kamau is the author of nine books, and
has published a total of 27 books.
Azaan is also a poet and photographer!
For signed copies of Azaan Kamau’s books or DVD’s
Please visit Azaan at http://azaankamau.com
Or contact azaankamau@gmail.com
Suffering
In Silence
In masses they walked with closed
eyes.
Brathas & sistahs, sitting back.
Not knowing, not accepting that
knowledge & prevention are they keys to life.
Some blinded with homophobic vision
and fear.
Another prejudice.
Believing only gay persons are at
risk.
Sightless and complacent.
Running, hiding their truths as if
they will be erased.
Our own finding comfort in saying
nothing…
Blood of our mothers flowing through
us, our ancestral strength,
How would they see us, what would
they think?
Some preached, shouting from pulpits
you are a deviant.
A walking, breathing abomination.
Yelling AIDS is GODS wrath.
Many sat back while their
communities decayed.
Perpetuating the thundering silence
that equals death.
Economic and social status dictating
life or an early demise.
Addiction, poverty, unemployment, teen pregnancies and of
course access to heath care all dimming the possibilities of testing negative…
No longer can we watch while toxins
seep into our communities.
While unconsciously writing books of
tomorrow’s history,
Eliminate the plague of
non-acceptance.
Again. Prevention is the key to
life,
We know this as we the hold the
hands of those who have died.
Behind My Eyes
When
I sit in silence behind my eyes I see
Shimmering
obsidian skin
Sierra
Leone, Senegal, Nigeria & Ghana.
I
see Cameroon.
I
see the Great Choctaw Nation,
Crow,
Blackfoot & Seminole.
I
see Cherokee trails of tears.
Amidst
this nation of African Indians & Indians Africans.
I
am made whole but shattered!
Shattered
by acts against my own committed by my own.
Behind
my eyes, we the Samba have drowned in genocide.
On
the banks of destruction while our copper skin gleams in vain.
Behind
my eyes I see impoverished minds seeking solace in the arms of greed.
Escaping
into the illusions of alcoholic peace or drug induced joy.
Escalades
and Aliz’e, gold teeth and bling , but really who are we?
We
are blind for we think this is the truth of Spirit.
When
I close my eyes, I wonder who holds the key.
Is
it the chuch or the preacha man, shoutin, yellin,
Condemning
those who fear to stand.