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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
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
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president