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Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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...
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 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
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
You confide in me that you are lonely,
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.