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Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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...
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
