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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…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
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…
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
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
