#AmericanWriters
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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...
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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…
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...
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through