My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

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

I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through

If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president

I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.

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

When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.

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