* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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…
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…
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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...
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