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Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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...
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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.