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Há 3 dias · rise up and spill. over any way they want. When old folks laugh, they free the world. They turn slowly, slyly knowing. the best and the worst. of remembering. Saliva glistens in. the corners of their mouths, their heads wobble.
Há 5 dias · and layin em down, Pickin em up. and layin em down, getting to the next town. Baby. I met that lovely Detroit lady. and thought my time had come. But just before I said "I do". I said "I got to run" and started to.
Há 3 dias · tedium of ritual. of ordained prophets. Visit us again, Savior. fear. We cry for you. your name. Petulant priests, greedy centurions, and one million incensed gestures stand between your love and me. Your agape sacrifice is reduced to colored glass, vapid.
Há 4 dias · loud longing of hounds and. the ransack of hunters crackling the near. branches. She muttered, lifting her head a nod toward. freedom, I shall not, I shall not be moved. She gathered her babies, their tears slick as oil on black faces, their young eyes canvassing mornings of madness.
Há 3 dias · The caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze. And the trade winds soft through. The sighing trees. And the fat worms waiting on a dawn - bright. Lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams. His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream.
Há 1 dia · I laugh until my stomach ache, When I think about myself. My folks can make me split my side, I laughed so hard I nearly died, The tales they tell, sound just like lying, They grow the fruit, But eat the rind, I laugh until I start to crying, When I think about my folks.
Há 5 dias · Maya Angelou was an influential American poet, author, educator, and civil rights activist whose work continues to have a significant impact on society. Her writings, which explored the African-American struggle for equality, justice and love, have inspired readers around the world. From her autobiography, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings ...
