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

I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.

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

The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they

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…

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

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others

To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past

How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,

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