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"ARTISTS ARE THE GATEKEEPERS OF TRUTH"
-PAUL ROBESON

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He will stop that mess because they, NFL will find a way to fine him if he doesn't talk. 

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LOVE IT. ...#4URBANPOETRY. ..#StayTrue2U
He is a man of action and he was raised in that way. Too much talking tends to get people in trouble. #respect 

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....WHEN I TELL YOU TEARS ARE IN MY EYES!!!!!! THIS IS SOOOOOO #UrbanPoetry SOOOOOO #ThoughtProvoking....#WisdomWednesday I was just thanking my mom Sunday for giving me the understanding that "BOOK SENSE" does one no good without "COMMON SENSE" and Sometimes it is BETTER TO HAVE "COMMON SENSE"!!!!  .
#I_AM___I_AM....#JustAsIAM...THIS IS A MUST SEE!!! LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.Chris Dean’s heart stopped when he was two. He died but he came back. When Chris was five, his father was murdered, riddled by more than 20 bullets in a gang shootout. At age 18, Chris gained national attention when he introduced President Barack Obama at his high school graduation. Chris is an observer and philosopher who has always had a few things to say about life from his vantage point in South Memphis. He and Emmy-Award winning filmmaker Alan Spearman walked the neighborhood for eight weeks observing and recording what became the script of As I Am. This film floats through this remarkable young man's landscape, revealing the lives that have shaped his world. Poetic and powerful imagery, captured by Spearman and cinematographer Mark Adams, combines with the young philosopher’s trenchant observations about life.

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THIS IS SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Poetry and Film at its Finest! #UrbanPoetry..... OOHHH WEEE!!!! It Just Pulls YOU IN!!! A MUST SEE!!!!!!!
Faith’s smile obscures the pain of the past and her fear of bullets smashing into her mother's apartment. A magnolia tree she named April gives her comfort. She enters April through a small passage in the trunk, feeds her and checks her heartbeat. Nearby, Hattie Mae is a fading echo of the young girl. The older woman looks back and dreams of youth and health. She places handwritten messages on a giant battered tree stump in her front yard telling those who pass to live now....

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