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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…
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others