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If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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…
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
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 they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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...
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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