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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
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...
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…
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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.
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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...
