#AmericanWriters
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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...
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.