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I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
You confide in me that you are lonely,