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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
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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...
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape