* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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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
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
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…
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
You confide in me that you are lonely,
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape