* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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...
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
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
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body