* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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…
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait