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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…
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
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
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...