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My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through