#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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…
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
