* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
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…
You confide in me that you are lonely,
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
