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I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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 you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body