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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 Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
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 desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,