#AmericanWriters
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
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
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
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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…
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs