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As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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...
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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…
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...