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When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…