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Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract