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My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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’
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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...