* 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.
You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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
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...
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely