* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
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
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
You confide in me that you are lonely,
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.