* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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…
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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…
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how