* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
You confide in me that you are lonely,
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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.