How I met Amiri Baraka
At an award event, he looked at my friend and I like we were just girls going to Howard looking for husbands. Silly really, but whatever. He’s mean, but in such an intellectual way, that you aren’t offended.
At an award event, he looked at my friend and I like we were just girls going to Howard looking for husbands. Silly really, but whatever. He’s mean, but in such an intellectual way, that you aren’t offended.
So I met Amiri Baraka at the Dodge Poetry Festival in 2002. That was when he read the infamous poem, Somebody Blew Up America.