* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
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...
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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 have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through