Interview with Brother Ali

November 28, 2009

I had the opportunity to sit down with one of my favorite MC’s of all time, Brother Ali, and have an in-depth discussion about hip-hop music, domestic violence, and his new album entitled Us.

After editing the interviewing, and watching it a few times, I honestly feel like this is an interview that the world needs to see.  I think Brother Ali touches on some amazing points and he was gracious enough to take us into his own personal life in hopes of others learning from what he went through.  I encourage you all to support conscious musicians like Brother Ali in their quest of spreading the truth.

NOTE: This interview does have some explicit language that may not be suitable for young audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.

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Part 4 of 4 interview with Brother Ali about domestic violence, his songs Dorian and Babygirl, and his new album entitled Us.

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Empty Space…

September 10, 2009

Ever since we had our first piece submitted by a young woman from Nairobi, Kenya, other people have been submitting works as well.

I love this kind of involvement and encourage people of all creative styles to submit written works, photos/art, or videos to be premiered on our blog.  I hope you enjoy this piece (as it’s from my boy Muhi) and encourage each and every one of you to get involved in the fight against domestic violence…



About the author: Muhi is a senior at the University of Michigan-Dearborn and is majoring in History with a minor in Psychology.  He’s always been fond of the arts and sensitive towards the development of communities.  Muhi has many aspirations, but one of his favorite passions is to mobilize others.  Muhi plays rugby for UM-Dearborn and is a well connected and involved optimistic humanitarian in the metro Detroit area.  For more of his poetry, check out or for his daily dose of thoughts find him on Twitter,

Empty Space – 1/10/2008

It’s too late to hate,
I’m one step passed ‘had enough’,
It’s like nothing resonates in his head when I say ‘stop’.
He says ‘I love you’ and it frustrates me beyond belief.
Those deadly words have bruised me, they’ve scarred me.

Part of me feels torn, and the other feels nothing,
There is an empty space that eats me up inside,
The warmth of his body cuts me cold,
But I can’t seem to let go.

It’s too late to hate,
I’m one step passed ‘I’m done with this’.
He doesn’t seem to care and promises he’ll stop,
I don’t trust him anymore and the look on his face hurts me so much,
As his hand connects with my face,
This empty space engulfs in flames and destroys a memory bank of pictures in frames.
‘I’ve had enough, I’m done with this’.

It’s too late to hate,
I’m one step passed ‘I’m leaving’.
NO man will ever raise their hand against me,
This beauty is profound and I’m a woman on a mission,
To help with getting past the remission,
Barren trees and dried up leafs,
I can only love when it’s in season,
I’m single for a reason,
Maybe it’s cyclical in this empty space,
The void between love and hate,
Maybe you can relate,
But in some way this was my fate,
I’m here to give a voice,
To tell you there is a choice,
To be bold and brave,
And not living in a grave,
To stand up and fight,
And give the abused their right,
To take this empty space,
Give it up with haste.

It’s too late to hate,
I’m one step passed ‘I’m going to make a difference’.
This new reality is of the essence,
It is the only thing that makes sense,
I am finally reasoning for myself,
Finally respecting myself.

This empty space mutates and isolates,
When all I really need is someone who can relate,
We all carry these empty spaces,
Lets shatter these vases,
That are holding flowers blooming with sensation.

It’s too late to hate,
I’m one step passed ‘living my life right’.
I got past the empty spaces,
I’ve filled them with smiling faces and happy occasions,
Thank you for the courage,
Thank you for the support,
Thank you for helping me find my own worth,
It’s too late to hate,
And I’m one step passed ‘forgetting him’.