#AmericanWriters
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
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...