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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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…
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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…
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
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
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard