* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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You confide in me that you are lonely,
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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
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.
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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…
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through