#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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…
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs