#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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…
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
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
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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…