“Live every day like it’s your last because someday you’re going to be right.” “I am America. I am the part you won’t recognize. But get used to me. Black, confident, cocky, my name not yours. My religion, not yours; my goals, my own; get used to me.” “The fight is won or lost far … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kenneth Rexroth
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