Congresswoman Barbara Lee will share remarks at the Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation at Geoffrey's Inner Circle December 7 at

Congresswoman Barbara Lee will share opening remarks at the Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation at Geoffrey's Inner Circle December 7, 6PM. Her office is a co-sponsor of the event.

I Miss My Real Niggas

I ride through the streets

Looking for my real niggas

Where you at real niggas

Huey Bobby Eldridge

Alonzo Batin

Ali Sheriff Bey

I cannot find you in Acorn

Fillmore

Where are you

Why you not at home

Why do I drive the streets alone

You are not in the Tenderloin

On Jones Ellis McAllister

Turk 

Not in Bodecker Park

6th Street where I lived

Every alley doorway

Cardboard box house

Cracked out with Crack ho

Sucking on me and pipe

We recited Al Fatihah

Sucking and fucking

Where are you JB

We tried to save you

But TL was your lover

Hindu Hilton your love bed

Funky room incense

Crack smoke drowned the incense

Crack smoke made flies

Crawl on the floor

Cracked out like you

Miss you JB

Huey in the Acorn projects

Eldridge too

We smoked

Revolution gone

In smoke

Outsmarted ourselves

My daddy said

I ride looking

No revolutionaries I see

Streets dark empty

Men in hoodies command corners.

No KKK needed

KKK killed for hatred.

We kill for nothing

Where are you Huey

Lil Bobby Eldridge

Sam Napier

Kiilu

Dessy X

Have you been by her street

Rashida Muhammad off 20th/

Tom Berkley Way

Where are you Dessy X

I want to hold your hand

As you killed that white man who raped you in dirty south

Oakland know you as midwife

Rashida Muhammad

Don't know Killer Dessy X

Lover of Marvin X 

Where are you tonight

Streets of Oakland need you

Can't find your street

I drive on deep east

Streets bleak

Where are you Huey Bobby Eldridge

Kathleen Erika Tarika Elaine

The Lupen sit on corners

Want answers solutions programs

In our first meeting Huey said

Jackmon

What is your program?

Who has program for International Blvd?

Child ho's tricking with policemen

Homeless

Garbage tents every block

Wretched of the earth crowd liquor stores

Medication for the night

Kill pain trauma grief

Jesus saves

Jesus saves

Jesus and liquor stores

I ride I ride

No bothers at home

Sisters gone too

What shall I do?

--Marvin X

11/8/19

Parable of the man hated

His family wondered why he spent all his lifetime trying to save people who hated him for trying to save them. They wanted him to come be with his family sometimes, but he told his family they hated him more than the people he was trying to save. His family denied they hated him but he knew they did not want to hear any of his radical thoughts. They wanted him to sing Silent Night when he came around. Don't criticize them for drowning in their negrocities, conspicuous consumption, the world of make believe!
--MARVIN X

Yo soy Mo Negro El

Yo soy Mo Negro
General Tarik Jabaltarik
Crossed into Spain
Across the rock
Jabals's rock
Gibraltar
Stepping stone
Africa wake up savage Europeans
Dark Ages gone now
Moors arrive
Timbuktu University
Mo's
Africa studies alive
University of Sankore
Mali
Scholars of myriad genres
Philosophy
Logic
Astronomy
Mythology
Chemistry
Ethics
Politics
Europeans caving
Dog best friend
Syphilis from woman dog
Woman dog missing.
Reward for dog!
White man philosophy.
Othello tragic Moor
Moor blackness
Europeans walk in the light!
Take a bath funky savage!
This is a tooth brush!
This is a camisa shirt
Shatika
These pants
Limon
Musiq
Guitar
Latuka lettuce
Umm Mama
Abu father
Ukhi sister
Akhi brother.....
Shatain devil!
Oh Europeans
White yet black
Yr God is Black
Saviour Jesus
Isis and child Black!
Virgin Mary Black
Hindu Khrishna
Blue Black
Hail Khrishna
Blue Black God!

Spain
711
1492
Columbus destroyed Moorish Spain
Discovered Moorish America!
I was here
Before Ghana Mali Shonghy
Empires
I was here
Africans in the Americas
Vera Cruz
Merida
Yanga came
Yanga so bad
Spanish gave him town
San Lorenzos de Los Negroes
Vera Cruz
See my Olmec lips nose
I'm Joe Louis in Chetumal
Joe Louis in Alcapulco! Oxaca, Guatemala, Honduras, Choco Columbia,
Panama.

I discovered you! You damn sure didn't discovere me.
Threw me out of Moorish Spain
Shit ain't been the same!
--Marvin X

Endgame of Homelessness

Imagine, the billions spent to solve the homeless problem that continues to festor like a sore. Is the solution the shelter, transitional housing, tiny houses, bunk beds for the homeless techies, what?

Without any doubt, many if not most of the homeless suffer the dual diagnosis of drug abuse and
mental illness. I have been among them, sleeping in cardboard boxes, allies, doorways, East Bay Terminal, BART trains and stations. Yes, I was drug addicted and mentally ill. I took myself to the mental hospital four times but they threw me out, said there was nothing wrong with me except drugs. They said my presence was the waste of a bed the tax payers money of Alameda County. They threw out of the nut house! (See my docudrama One Day in the Life).

But let's get to the final solution. The correct first thing a drug addict needs is a place to rest. The first thing the mentally ill person needs is a place to rest. Rather than force them into a shelter, or mental health facility, or a transitional housing situation, take them to the end game: give them a life estate to a
tiny house, dog house, SRO room with the life estate, with said property under a land trust so their life estate is no subject to gentrification and eminent domain.
Their life estate cannot be sold rented, subleased or transferred but upon their demise said property shall revert to the landtrust.

Said owner of the life estate shall not be forced to seek treatment for their addiction and/or mental illness until ready. The Harm Reduction Model shall by employed, but not said persons shall not be subjected to any search of their body and property to enter their life estate abode. When they are ready for case management and drug recovery, such services shall be available.

To conclude, I repeat, the life estate is the final solution rather than the myriad of solutions costing billions of dollars.
--MARVIN X
Community Planner
Co-founder, National Black Arts Movement, Oakland's Black Arts Movement Business District
11/12/19

Have you ever

Have you ever shot
A nigga's brains out
with the power of yr mind
Splattered his brains on sidewalk
with power of yr thoughts
No need kill nigga with guns
Mind power enuf
Fidel Castro said
The weapon of today is
Consciousness
Not guns
Kill with beauty and truth
Beauty and truth
Set you free of
Ugliness lies
Shootllp nigga's eyes out with beauty truth
His ugly ass fall dead
He dead before yr thoughts hit his fake ass mind
Full of make believe
Fake news
Fake politricks
Fake religion
Fake history
Fake women
Addicted to world of make believe
Ungrateful bastard children
Addicted to same world of
Nothingness dread
Cell phone addicts
Worse than Crack heads of old
Running through ghetto streets
Fist balled with crack
At least Crack heads stopped for cars
Cell phone addicts no stop
Keep walking talk loud saying nothing
James Brown said
Thank you God Father
Two thousand pounds of steel and plastic coming at cell phone addicts
Keep walking talking
Talking loud saying nothing
Bsm Bam Bam!
Steel and plastic hit they stupid asses
Talking loud saying nothing
Zombie driver hit zombie walker
When blind hit blind
Both fall into ditch together
So why kill nigga
Even with yr mind
Nigga already dead
Why kill dead fly
Already dead
Friend said ok
Let dead bury dead
Jesus said
Al Qur'an say
Dead in this life
Dead in hereafter
Al Qur'an say
It matters not
Whether you warn them
Or warn them not
They shall not believe.
Allah has sealed their hearts
Their hearing
Deaf dumb blind
Qur'an say
If theyppp flee from darkness into light
They would find many places of escape and abundant resources. Yet they linger
In Jerusalem til' the fire
Consumes them
They are fuel for the fire
Men women and stones
Al Qur'an say
If your wives chicken
Wealth you acquire
Dearer to you than Allah
Wait til His command comes to pass
And He guides not the unjust!
--Marvin X, El Muhajir
11/2/29

God gave Noah the rainbow sign no more water fire next time

I lived in Paradise

Next door to the fire Chief

His tree fell 

Broke our fence

We sued but lost

What niggas doing in Paradise

Where you get your money nigger

You dope dealer

Paradise burned

My patron's house

Fire Chief house

Every house

Every building

Paradise no more

beautiful space

Pine trees

Canyon no more

What about before the fire

Land soaked in Native American blood

No sharing the land

Blood

Yankee hill blood

I lived near Yankee hill 

Not far from Paradise

Spent five years in Cherokee

Five years in solitude

Rolling hills

Hawk

Wild turkeys

Deer at my door

Went to Feather River to swim

We had cows horses

Horses love oats

Like a nigga love pork chops

Horses greedy

Push cows out the way

For hay, especially oats

Well water sweeter than juice

Never bought juice

After five years healing

Wrote five books

Return to city of madness

City of fear unhappiness

Trauma grief

But I was healed

Neuroplasticity

Brain cells changed

I will never be the same

After solitude

After the hawk turkeys cows horses

Pine trees deer feather River swim

Bees flies lizards in my house

I never killed

Just asked to leave

And they did

Door was open

But Paradise no more

Cherokee no more

Yankee Hill stands

Blood soaked land stands

Native voices yet cry across rolling hills

Used to hear their voices in the wind.

--Marvin X

10/31/19

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The Quid Pro Quo Negro

The Quid Pro Quo Negro

You do for me

I do for you

No one way street

Cali style

East coast know

Quid Pro Quo

Get real Negro

You got baton

Pass to me

Let's go to finish line

Don't hog mic Coltrane

Miles said

Coltrane said

I don't know how to stop

Miles said

Just take horn outcha mouth!

--Marvin X

10/31/19

Parable of why I gotta be a bitch

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Parable of Why I gotta be a bitch cause I don't wanna give up my pussy?

 One Day in the Life of Marvin X, aka, Plato Negro at Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, Oakland, aka, Black Arts Movement Business and Cultural District

Subject of the Day: Why I gotta be a bitch because I don’t want to give up my pussy?

A young lady stopped by Marvin X’s Academy of da Corner in an agitated state. She came up to his table but asked if she could sit down? He said please, come sit down. She sat down and said the following:

Marvin X, tell me why I gotta be a bitch cause I won’t give a nigguh ma pussy? Marvin X, a nigguh threatened to kill me last night because I wouldn’t give him my pussy. Marvin X, do I have to die cause I won’t give a nigguh my pussy? What am I supposed to do? And he ain’t even my boyfriend? He ain’t my boyfriend! We ain’t never had no discussion about giving him some of my pussy. I don’t even know him like that, but he threatened to kill me last night, Marvin X. What am I supposed to do? I don’t even know if his dick is clean! He might have AIDS or some other shit. He don’t know if I got some STD or HIV but he ready to kill me over my pussy. Am I a slave, am I supposed to give up my pussy to any man who says he wants my pussy? I ain’t no ho’. Marvin X, can you help me understand what’s going on with these nigguhs? Because I wouldn’t give him some pussy he said I was mentally ill, bipolar, manic-depressive, but the main thing that bothered me was because he kept calling me a bitch. I can’t understand why I gotta be a bitch. Help me, Marvin X.

Marvin X replied, “Well, brothers do think they own the pussy, that they have all rights to your pussy, even when they ain’t even your boyfriend. Men will claim shit that ain’t theirs to claim.

I’ve repeatedly told men, especially in my Mythology of Pussy and Dick pamphlet, that they don’t own the pussy, that they don’t have a pussy, that they don’t bleed five days a month. One sister replied, “Well, ma nigguh act like he got a pussy, he act like he on his cycle!” 

Sister, I wish I could tell you things are getting better but we just saw the man in Texas kill eight people, including six children, because he felt he owned his ex-woman’s pussy, even though she was married to another man, had five babies by her new husband, one by her ex-man, but he killed everybody cause he felt he owned her pussy. It’s sick, sick, sick.

But I still wanna know why I gotta be a bitch? Why I gotta be called mentally ill cause I won’t give a strange ass nigguh my pussy that God gave me? Seem like it’s the end of the world, Marvin X, is it?

Looks like it to me.

You mean these people ain’t gonna never wake up and change? You mean I gotta be a bitch til the day I die?

Well, you were called Queen during the 60s, so you’ve gone down the scale from Queen to bitch, ho’, dog, slut. We’ve gone from Black Power to Black Lives Matter. We lost power in the counter-revolution, so now we’re trying to regain our mental and physical equilibrium with Black Lives Matter. For sure, it only matters to us, nobody else gives a damn about Black Lives Matter if and when we don’t. So sadly, sister, yes, you will be a bitch until the man bitch gives up his man bitch behavior. If you ask me, he looks like a bitch, walking around showing his funky ass. Who wants to look at his black funky ass. And he calls himself a man? How can a grown man walk with his wife and children with his pants on his knees, showing his funky drawers? Then he calls you bitch, no he’s the bitch, the ho’, the slut, not you!

---continued--

August 18, 2015

Marvin X

Academy of da Corner

14th and Broadway

downtown Oakland

BAM Business and Cultural District
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Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation

Parable of the Mecca and Al Madina

Marvin X at Laney College, Oakland Ca
photo Alicia Mayo


I flee Holy City Mecca
like Prophet Muhammad Ibn Abdullah
Like Elijah Muhammad for seven years
running from the haters of every stripe
money grubbers dogmatists polytheists
Al Madina my refuge in the Valley
wherein love flows in gardens of scented water
Unlike Mecca, Al Madina does not charge the thirsty hungry
There is plenty in the Valley of Al Madina
Chorus of birds sing loudly happy
like the people who dwell in the valley

Autumn leaves begin to fall
I swim in the cold pool
water warm in the shade
I want to stay in Al Madina
Eternity is my wish
but Mecca is the battleground
I must return to the zone
after my respite
Al Madina arms of love spread wide
country love simple true
They do not care to hear
Mecca stress strife wicked city life
Autumn leaves come after vines cut
Thompsons Muscat
Orchards soon come oranges limons
Almonds Walnuts Pistachio feed world
highways divide orchards
housing developments consume land
No matter traffic jams
Al Madina is Al Madina
farmers know love
Honor Mother Nature
Not like Meccans
care nothing for land
tradesmen and women
trade routes their joy
charge pilgrims for kissing Black Stone
commerce prosperity in religion their joy
Let me rest Al Madina
then return for the fight
truth vs. lies
there is no peace
truth shall never let lies
win the day.
--Marvin X
10/22/19

Marvin X at Laney College, Oakland Ca

photo Alicia Mayo

The Conversation

Time flies! It is hard to believe it has been twenty years since Dr. Cornel West and I were on stage
together. The occasion was the April 1, 2001 production of my Kings and Queens of Black
Consciousness Concert at San Francisco State University. The kings and queens included
Drs. Julia and Nathan Hare, Rev. Cecil Williams, Rev. Andriette Earl, Mr. and Mrs. Amiri and
Amina Baraka, Phavia Kujichagulia, Elliott Bey, Rudi Mwongozi, Avotchja, Tarika Lewis, Destiny
Muhammad, Ishmael Reed, Dr. Theophile Obenga, John Doumbia, et al. It was a seven hour
concert and Dr. West sat patiently in the audience for five hours before I called him to the stage.

Even though he may have been one of the best known participants, I considered him a prince.
And when he finally took the mike, he said, “There is so much darkness in my life, I don’t know
if I’m a king or queen!” No matter, he used the occasion to introduce his rap album produced by
his brother Cliff. If I’m correct, this album got him removed from the faculty at Harvard University.

Throughout the years, we met only briefly, usually when  he came to speak in the Bay Area. I would
sit with his family, including his mother, brother and cousins Fuad and Kwame Satterfield.

I consider Kwame my step son. West and I were together in Philadelphia for the 65th birthday
celebration of warrior journalist Mumia Abu Jamal, former Black Panther Minister of Information
wrongly convicted of killing a Philadelphia policeman. 

Our conversation on December 7, 2019, will cover a myriad of topics, including local, national and
global issues, displacement and gentrification, white supremacist education and the future of black
studies; police violence under the color of law; Oakland’s Black Arts Movement Business District,
especially since Bar-b-q Becky’s meltdown at Lake Merritt and the resultant occupation of the Lake
by North American Africans, including street vendors since the passage of SB946 that allows street
vending throughout California. Of course we want to discuss the upcoming 2020 elections and the
rise of white nationalism. Was it simply a reaction to President Obama’s election as the first black
president? I see President Donald Trump as the devil in the Book of Job. I’m curious to know Dr.
West’s take on Obama and Trump. I may share my fictional interview with President Obama. I
applaud Dr. West’s criticism of Obama that was anathema to many North American Africans who
considered him the messiah! I agreed with Dr. West’s comment, “We must respect him, protect him,
but check him!” Who is without sin and above criticism? I’m sure Dr. West and I can deconstruct
President Donald Trump. And I have issues with the Democratic party as well. I was not pleased to
hear West’s Democratic Socialist friend, Senator Bernie Sanders, endorse African population control
to check climate change. It sounded like some Margaret Sanger racist Eugenics to me. Perhaps Dr.
West can clarify his friend's statement. If time allows, I want to discuss the MeToo Era that is radically
altering sexual relations. 

On the so-called 400 years of our arrival, where do we go from here? How shall we make our way
back through the Door of No Return? How shall we liberate Toby back/forward to Kunta Kinte?

Let’s discuss global migration. I’ve been a migrant, living in exile among the poor throughout the
Americas. I appreciated Dr. West and Tavis Smiley’s national book tour on the poor. So what about
a redistribution of global wealth? What about fair trade, just trade? What about fair trade in the hood
among the multi-culturals? 

What do two North American African intellectuals think about Libya, Egypt, Iraq, Israel, Syria,
Saudi Arabic,Iran, Turkey, Afghanistan? West speaks from the overground, I speak from the
underground. It should be an exciting evening of edutainment! Be there or be square!

--Marvin X

10/21/19

We're you there when the Earth Shook?

Were You There When the Earth Shook

1989 Quake, October 17

I was there

Hustling battle of the Bay T-shirts

World Series

On Mission St Eastbay Terminal

Then the shaking

Bricks fell off buildings

Latina woman pulled me into cove for safety

Caught bus to Oakland

On the bridge

It fell car went down

We walked back to terminal

Went to Tenderloin for Crack

TL dark

Arabs selling liquor candle light

Niggas line up

Enter one by one

Get Crack rent SRO room

Hindu Hilton

Smoke get paranoid

Run down Market Street

People running to and fro

Shocked going coming

Walking running in middle of Market St

No BART

Headed to Ferry

Street flooded

Stopped at Embarcadero hotel

Guests eating outside

Join them

Feel safe with white people

Tenderloin too dark

Darkies looting

Glad I escaped TL

Spooked

Cool now

White folks cool

Hotel serving wine

Giving blankets

Soon wanted ferry ride home

Waded water across Embarcadero

White man coming back

I say think I can get on ferry

He say yeah you and ten thousand others!

Got to ferry

He was right

Ten thousand people trying to get ferry to Oakland

Saw blacks with glow lights

Pushing through crowd

Got behind them

Pushed too

We got on

Praise be to Allah

Got to Jack London Square

Stopped at Merriot for drink

Called estranged woman

She say come on over

Crack head fucker!

And then came Xmas in October

Vouchers for food clothes

Hotel restaurant first last rent

Furniture beds refrigerator washer and dryer 

Niggas in new suits pushing shopping carts

Eating steak lobster at Sizzler

Vouchers

Sell steak lobster outside Sizzler

For Crack

Trade vouchers to dope dealer for Crack

Nigga Xmas in October

Freeway fell

Brother in-law saved people

Fake news said niggas was stealing from the Dead

Niggas don't save people

Niggas steal!

And so it is!

--Marvin X 

10/17/19