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How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
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.
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait