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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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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 I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.