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    Ást er það sem við þurfum

    Holler þegar þú heyrir mig. Enn betra, standa enn. Við skulum koma saman þá fara fram. Á eftir þrepi. Safnað hugsanir, skipulögð hávaða, shared vision. Hugsanleg er lengur hægt flöskur upp. Við verðum að fara, fólk! A stöðnun hugur þýðir skel líkama. Let’s learn to love life opposed to living as dead men and women. The tæki sem við þurfum erum baráttu sem við stöndum frammi. The obstacles we encounter are the lessons that will propel us through life giving us the blueprint for...LESA MEIRA


    Lessons from Tewhan Butler’s book America’s Massacre

    Salutations to all the men and women who stand firm and keep the support system “real” for their friends and loved-ones who are in legal bondage behind the fences and G-walls in Amerikkka. Þakka þér. So much has transpired since we last spoke, including the passing of medical marijuana in the Bible Belt (Arkansas), which is a wise move. But enough on that subject matter, I’m a warrior who understands business. I’m not a politician. I stay up and ready, nothing less. This entry I would...LESA MEIRA


    Ég hélt þú átt Forever

    Þú verður að elska mig, eða ekki. Það hefur verið langur tími og tími hefur leitt í ljós sannleikann við vissum en hunsa: Þú varst ekki niður fyrir mig. Mörgum sinnum þú talaði þessi orð voru aðeins lygi. þú beið, þú greip allt sem þú gætir, sogast mig þurrt, þá féll ég, og þú féll af. Eftir að neita að tala við mig í mörg ár og árum, þegar þú opnaði loks munninn þú sagt mér af öllum mistökum mínum og villur og hvernig það var það sem olli svik þína. It wasn’t until now that I realized a...LESA MEIRA


    Bear Witness to America’s Massacre

    It was seven when I heard the sirens I had to get away, but my legs wouldn’t move. I was running nowhere fast. Skyndilega, I was face down. 1, 2, 3 officers hard tackled, knee in my back, arms wrestled behind me. My rights were never read; was told I had none. To take another man’s life is said to be the most egregious sin, and so is the denial of justice. Head mushed down, cop car door slammed shut. “We got ’em Capt!” Mistaken identity, my guilt...LESA MEIRA


    Ef ekki núna, þegar? After We’ve Lost Another Brother?

    Friends and family celebrate America’s Massacre 2016 In the Margins Top Nonfiction Book Award. How many do we have to lose before we wake up and realize none of what is happening is life? We speak of togetherness, einingu, brotherhood, samstöðu. What is the meaning if we continue to ignore the actions which constitute each. There are not different degrees of keeping your brother. There is only one way – with everything you have. The reason I decided to write this post is because I...LESA MEIRA


    Massacre Ameríku: More than a book title

    “CAN’T YOU SEE WE’RE LIVING IN A WAR ZONE!“ – words from rapper T.I. There’s a war going on and no man seems to be safe. The daily guns shots, the police sirens, justice coming out the barrel of a gun. Children slain in the streets, men gunned down in front of their wives and kids. Video footage of cold-blooded murder, shortly thereafter comes the news conferences to justify injustice. What are the times we’re living in? EXCUSE ME AMERICA, MY NAME IS...LESA MEIRA


    Happy Birthday: Massacre is Gone

    Október 1 was the day I was born. There are many stories that began this way. An innocent young child welcomed to a cruel world. The world that I entered in 1979 was still waning a hangover from the riots of the ’60s, and the noteworthy Black Power Movement. Stuttu eftir það, when my feet began to get wet, Similac still on my breath, came the ’80s crack epidemic. I guess you can call this, out with the old, and in with the new. If everything happens for a reason maybe this is...LESA MEIRA


    Stöðvum ofbeldið!

    1 GUN, 2 GUN, 3 GUN – BANG! Eins og '80s vinyl, rispað met endurtaka sig aftur og aftur. Og þótt margir virðast vera fed upp, þreyttur á að gera lagið gráta, allir gera ekkert meira en að gráta blús. Sorry fólk, en þetta er ekki Rapp. Það er staðreynd. Ég er ekki að kalla eftir mótmæli. Ég er ekki að kalla eftir ofbeldi! Ég er ekki að kalla eftir aftur á bak virkar sem setja komandi kynslóðir í meiri örvæntingu. And though my spiel may not be as popular as most would...LESA MEIRA


    Pardon the Truth Gangstas

    A bus just rolled in the other day, and as always I’m there to see the new arrivals and check the temperature of those who may enter the terror-dome with something other than peace on their mind. As I strolled into the chow hall, a few trusted komrades in tow, I recognized a familiar face. This dude was a street reputable. He was known to stack millions, and this was back in my day, so his street notoriety was mountain high. Before he could spot me, I chilled the way only I could, og ...LESA MEIRA


    Dear Mama

    Dear Mama, As I’ve traveled this earth and experienced life as a man, I’ve taken notice to the fact many attribute being a man to their father figure. Thus I know today that with all my father’s strength, courage and guidance I would not be the man I am without your love. I’ve strived for excellence and made repeated mistakes along the way. And although I’ve been condemned by the many, you dare to love me in the face of all their grimacing stares and awful...LESA MEIRA

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