How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others

When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother

When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder

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

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.

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.

My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind