#AmericanWriters
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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…
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract