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Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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…
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
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...
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
