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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
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
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
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
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...
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
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
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me: