To my Sistah
Assata
Who defined good hair?
Or defines the styles
That we wear
And Assata
I believe that revolution
Is the solution
But sister I say
Not your way
No not with violence and hate
Hear my voice and contemplate
Assata
One day they’ll read this
poem at my trial
And you’ll laugh like heaven
and smile
For I have found the way to
victory
Loving my enemy
Assata
When the time comes
And the generals are beating
their war drums
Believe it to be true
I Love you
And keep control
Cause even Richard Nixon has
God’s soul
A youth to speak the truth
And a song sung by Young
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