#AmericanWriters
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
You confide in me that you are lonely,
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
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
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…
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...
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape