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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…
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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...
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…
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard