* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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You confide in me that you are lonely,
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
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…
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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...
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president