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His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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...