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As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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...