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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…
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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...
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…
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...
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,