L.I.T.

two ex-slaves from the same family tribe reunited in the new millenium, after figuring out how to time travel through creating & sharing artistic vision and futuristic ideas about love & liberation. Their sense of humor is what revolts are made of. Jetsetters in this life and the next. shout out to the middle passage. A poet iz born.
Repost. Please support this record from @onrabeats & Buddy Sativa. I am featured on a track called “The Time is Now.” The album is a beautiful ode to Jazz and I’m one of the only vocalist on the album. The cover design is an approved piece by the legendary Mati Klarwein collection. enjoy.  #yathabhuta

http://www.allcityrecordlabel.com/yathabhutajazzcombo/

Repost. Please support this record from @onrabeats & Buddy Sativa. I am featured on a track called “The Time is Now.” The album is a beautiful ode to Jazz and I’m one of the only vocalist on the album. The cover design is an approved piece by the legendary Mati Klarwein collection. enjoy. #yathabhuta

http://www.allcityrecordlabel.com/yathabhutajazzcombo/

the light #RainRoom #MoMA

the light #RainRoom #MoMA

Your face in my hands/a moon half shadowed -Demetria Martinez

Your face in my hands/a moon half shadowed -Demetria Martinez

Alleviating the hustle of systematic survival by means of monetary wealth is the artist’s greatest illusion of success. Your music, your poems, your paintings have the mark of the beast. Of the privilege. The assumption that living is somehow without art. Ever. The great deception. There is an art to being human and this masterpiece has no stage, no book, no album—it lives within and through us. There is no selling what can’t be sold. And which of you has nothing to sell? What of you is not for sale? Were you not always for sale? It was always to be about the process of art not the product of art. I imagine the unselling of life. The corruption of a Basquiat for the sake of a Warhol. The consistent commodification of soul. Your fetish with Africa will not save you a soul sold. Sold for the wants and needs of a kind of power whose shackles are mind. The color of slavery does not change the slave.
There is a killing before the kill.

Aja Monet

(Source: soulconversations)

We are not your people. We do not come from where you come from. We do not grow up in homes with parents who provide for us thru the will of a world that more readily accepts us.Because our families, MY family, was systematically broken apart. We make with what little we have as it is all we have ever known. And that’s okay. Its enough for us to make small differences in big ways. We make love and create generations of geniuses for you to study and wish you knew something about too late. I wish I could be poetic and evocative by saying it comes from blood shed and shackles but then that would only limit us to our suffering,It comes from what is left after the blood shed and shackles. It comes from a determination that is human and capable in every being and little brown sisters whose education is mocked by the lack of resources it affords her.mock my education but i fought to get this education out from my neighborhood. i screamed and shouted and filled all the applications and fought for all the grants and scholarships and loans and went to all the interviews alone i’m an intellectual because not too long ago, where i’m from, people like me were hung for reading books and I wanted to write my story and the way I live to tell their stories, to make meaning of what is deemed meaningless to create the blues you are so fascinated by.I wish all you human beings the best in life. I really do. And I dont need whiteness to make me feel validated and human in the world.

aja monet

(Source: latenitelevision)

The true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love. -Che Guevara

 

“Love is thee most vital and necessary tool we have for our future, for our bettering. And we must use it with as much fervor as we use our weapons, our words and our tweets, our laws and our guns, our brands and our bodies our poems and our raps, our instruments and our songs, our science and our theory the future is calling for new forms, new methods and no longer will it suffice to vision us only in binary opposition”

Aja Monet

“Weathering”
by aja monet

When the earth 
shatters beneath us
and we are broken open, 
picked apart 
by the silence—
Let me tell you:
you are unrehearsed laughter 
between the murmur of my lips,
an unconscious love,
a man dipped
in midnight lightening.
I will fix my body for you
and fold in the bend 
of your arms,
a tortured jewel.
You are a freedom song
humming in the shadow of my soul
a healing heartache that kisses wounds
and sets free tornados
on my spine
such a crippling tongue.
My spirit is dancing 
in the gospel of your chest 
and I have found music
glowing in the whirlwind 
of your eyes,
may we create new skies
to fall apart under,
together.
The sun bent it’s head
on my skin
this morning
and I could hear 
the bones of butterflies 
creaking in the breeze 
the breath of birds 
heaving into the heart
of my ears. 
My eyes whistled open
the air still smelling 
of lavender smoke and wet leaves
i turn to you 
staring the lids of your jarred pupils
your face
your face is a naked desert at dawn
an ancient heaven at horizon
your mouth slightly caved open
like an owling cow
I smile, blooming
because somewhere before
i remember this 
this silence
you sound of a starving angel when you sleep
you snore like a wailing forest, my love.
I think of you 
like a waking dream,
of your spines grip
melted into the sand 
dunes of my palms.
Last night,
last night your hands sprinkled 
across my flesh
like rainstorms.

I can feel the sun this morning,
he is strong and gleaming.
Your eyelashes splinter 
from the blow of my lips—
rise 
and 
shine.

nikki on vinyl 🎤

nikki on vinyl 🎤

#tbt one of the only two pics we have of my grandfather right before he died working on the NYC water tunnel no. 3 as a sandhog.

#tbt one of the only two pics we have of my grandfather right before he died working on the NYC water tunnel no. 3 as a sandhog.

Anonymous asked: You are so beautiful. I want to marry you.

if i weren’t beautiful would you want to divorce me? 

Anonymous asked: I would love to know what's a typical day in the life of Aja Monet?

chill. letting poems ransack the heart. 

jeloni asked: I would like to hear more of your thoughts on the future of trade. I truly feel that a Barter system would benefit the people of this nation(USA). It would bring a greater appreciation for one another and what it is we do as individuals. I think it would also help us to strive to find what it is we are good at. Far to many of us strive to be things that do not come natural to us because what we are meant to be isn't gainful in this capitalist system.

i think it is becoming more obvious to the average citizen of this world that there is an enormous difference in how we are told things work to how they actually work. What ruined the idea of Capitalism is the greed of people. i am under the assertive thought that no matter the economic system, if individuals have no relationship to themselves and therein, by extension, to the world around them, all will fail. Ideally, a barter system would be lovely. However, what realities are we living that must be addressed and uprooted, first? Our value systems have to change drastically. So many people that were largely left out of the success of financial wealth, envy it and wish to attain it. When poor, we ridicule and mock the rich and yet, eagerly and willingly rush to that idea of accomplishment. What would it look like if we were to detest the select few ruling over us, psychically? When will it be laughable at best to see the flaunting of wealth? How do we create a standard of living that entitles everyone to health care, education, housing etc? What would it look like if we were such empathic creatures, that hurting another is directly identified as hurting one’s self? This is a sort of existence that must come within the individual first, or else all other systems will fail as this one currently is. What i aspire to is not possible in my current society and yet what is it to imagine? How often are we immediately discouraged or trivialized in our visions for bettering? What hate do we hold for each other’s imaginations? It is a visceral sort of disgust. And why? Instead of speaking from a place of lack, of   suffering, rather what is it to be healed and whole? What is it to create a system of holistic approach? How does love permeate the society and what does it do to us truly if we let it? If we are only imagining a barter system in relation to our poverty as a solution to our current deprivation, how do we account for a future where values will surely change? i do not worry about economic systems so much as i recognize their limits. It is captivity on the minds of people. We have not exercised the full capability of our selves and if we do, then all questions will cease to be raised. The answers will naturally exist. This is not magic, this is true danger. For it deconstructs every possible way we’ve known to exist and it calls forth our most hidden selves. We have been locked away from ourselves, turned into beggars and eventually into rulers of our own demise. The greatest system is one in which the people are fearless, not arrogant, but fearless. One in which we recognize the other as the self and also that the difference does not negate this revelation. If we can begin to rearrange our thinking, our realities will emerge anew. 

This is not easy. Especially when everyone is not playing fair. Our children are raised in a society that is openly corrupt and therein they are corrupted. i say this to say, a barter system is the closest we can get to seeing the value in each other. But how do we quantify what is shared and has no value if only the value taken from it. How do i quantify this message to you? What is a equal exchange? My grandmother heals people. How does she determine a payment for giving life to a mother who was barren and incapable prior? How do we account for miracles? For moments shared in whispers or laughters or smiles? What currency is this? i have seen people give of their whole selves for morsels of a payment. If we can not learn to value the range of our gifts than giving is merely a means to receive and that is the greatest thing i am worried of with any system, let alone, a barter system. 

Hope that helps.

Thanks for inquiring.  

blooming

blooming

#tbt Self-Portrait First Prize Winner of CitiBank savings bond. #PS183

#tbt Self-Portrait First Prize Winner of CitiBank savings bond. #PS183

Conjur Woman by Romare Bearden #AshetoAmen #MOBiAexhibit

Conjur Woman by Romare Bearden #AshetoAmen #MOBiAexhibit