#AmericanWriters
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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…
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
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…
You confide in me that you are lonely,
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape