#AmericanWriters
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…
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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...
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how