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The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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…
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
You confide in me that you are lonely,