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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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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 said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
