* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
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You confide in me that you are lonely,
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
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
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
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…
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