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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
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
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…