#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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...
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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...
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,