When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.

His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait

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…

My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind

When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder

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

With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:

I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through

Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs

When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother

Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how

My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body