* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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 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