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The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder