* 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.
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 desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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...
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely