#AmericanWriters
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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...
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president