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With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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