real power, real courage
i need to learn to express myself more precisely. im prone to being misunderstood.
for my dad and your father too on this winter Sunday. As a bonus here is a link to Robert Hayden reading the poem.
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
To be conscious that
you are ignorant is a great step