Soul-Black Transcendency

By James Allen

James Allen shares part of his space in this world with his readers. He believes that we are all created to define our space in such a way that it encourages others to exist and find joy in life and the space they too occupy. Trouble will always surface when we fail to realize that we are to live in a united and free space that is anti-racist and filled with innovation and creativity that promotes healing and encourages connection. A connection, that fosters systems of equity and delivers hope to a world so overwhelmed by those who ravish in "stolen spaces" those who feel they have a right to define space for others in fear of losing resources and power; power that's volatile and loosely based on a theory of racialized categories. Like all theories that should be critiqued - Critical Theories about Race are no different. To critique the societies we live in and the spaces we occupy is the road towards creating a united and free space in this world not bound by the construct of race.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Allen
• Release date: Jun 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201469948

James Allen

UrbanGriotologist, just a spoonful of, those late-night rent parties, broken down egos, coloreds seeking greens and negroes with needles, powdered baked into rock, while niggas claiming blocks, that remind them of the past were black men owned shops.  So my bio's wrapped up in the innocence of my past,  Noblemen to Slaves, that 40 acres and a mule faded fast, to sharecroppers and chain gangs, so in desperation, I now ask. that my bio be not, rewritten to hide what we all know, that from the ashes of despair, a mighty nation still grows.

Book preview

I see a tree...

I SEE A TREE WITH BRANCHES so massive

that they cover walkways and push against houses

providing shade in the summer, but soon it’s leaves

will saturate the landscape with copper and orange hues

and yellow burst of sunlight, yielding to the wiles of the wind,

making rustling noises at night.

I see these branches as arms reaching for the necks

of the oppressed, whose roots dig deep in the earth

to unearth the graves of broken promises

and wayward journeys

I see a tree with roots so deep in the sullen soil of 

depressed criminals and downtrodden surfs

that they’d exploit acts of kindness for hopes

of conquest...and yes

I see these branches so abrasive with it’s god-like

overtones they plague the biosphere

so that the true beauty beneath it’s interlocking branches

hide like shame laden slaves overtaken by fear

I