* 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.
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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,
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 desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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