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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 they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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...
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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…
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.
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder