#AmericanWriters
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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…
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
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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…
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
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...
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around