#AmericanWriters
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
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
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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…
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 I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president