* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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...
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…