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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.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.