* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
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.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
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…
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...
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
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