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The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
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,
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
