* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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...
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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.