#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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…
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
