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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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...
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…
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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...