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When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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…
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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…
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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…
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...
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder