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I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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…
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
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...
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot