If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president

When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother

My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

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

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body

How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,

When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

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

His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait