#AmericanWriters
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
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...
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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
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’