Dutty Boukman
Once Upon a time
In Haiti there was a
Priest, a voodoo priest
Who led the revolution
His name was
Boukman…
He led the rebellion
Against the French
Enslaved African people
Had opened their eyes
And see this all so wrong…
The white man is all so wrong
So they developed muscle
To terrorize the colonizers too death…
And somehow
The French doesn’t like that
So they captured Boukman
And they cut his head off
As a grand view
He led his people
To get out of their slaveowners’ houses
And go rampage on them
Cos they sick and tired..
Boukman was sick and tired
So he did what he did…
Killin the enemy….
✊🏿💯©️ Kai C. 1-30-24
Sometime in the late 40’s, Frank Sinatra appeared in a theater in New York. After his show he went to Harlem to see the Will Maston Trio led by a young Sammy Davis Jr. Frank is blown away by Sammy’s talent and after the show he asks Sammy to come see his show.
A week goes by. No Sammy. Sinatra goes back to Harlem to see the Will Maston Trio again and asks Sammy why he didn’t show. Sammy said he was there but they wouldn’t let him in. Frank stormed back to the theater, tore up his contract in front of them, and never performed there again. That would be a common theme during the course of their friendship and careers. When Sammy wasn’t allowed to play at the Copacabana, Frank wouldn’t play there either.
When Sammy was refused a Las Vegas hotel room, Frank said, “Give him my room!” After Sammy’s car accident where he lost his eye, it was Sinatra who paid all his medical bills. After 5 decades and 40 years of performing together, a reporter once asked Frank why he was always so charitable to Sammy. Frank responded in three words, “He’s my brother.”
*growing up*
nobody:
my mom: your friends are jealous of you
#blackintuition