Poems from Lipinski
They called it, United States, and in some ways; many ways;
it was.
There was the common belief in a dream
To work hard and succeed
Raise...
To see those fingertips staring at me...
it gave me
shivers.
Beady little nails
lines on their face
and
...
knuckles.
I said, "Boo!"...
It is the trees that speak to me
Along with the moss covered stones
Meandering streams
and stars.
It is there the ancestors rest
Lived a...
Not a best way for a rock to be
One day, buried deep'; asleep
Along comes a term; erosion
Hot and cold; gravity; a ride down the hill...
Hutu power
Tutsis leadership
Same God
Same language
Same blood and bone
All as in all; human.
"Family is all that matters. I store up...