* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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
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
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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
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
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...
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
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…
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,