Amiri Baracka #Poetry | Lines from a poem that I can never forget...
No rain, sun, hot, cleaning sun drives us under it. The place and placement of black people, their heavy Egypt, weird word. Their minds. Mine, the black hope, mine. In time, we slide along in pain or too happy. So much love for us all over. So much of what we need. Can you sing yourself, your life, your place on the warm planet earth? And look at the stones, the hearts, the gentle of meaning