#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: