#AmericanWriters
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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…
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
