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“And you told us: the storm is rising against the privileged minority of the earth, from which there is no shelter in isolation or armament and you told us: the storm will not abate until a just distribution of the fruits of the earth enables men (and women) everywhere to live in dignity and human decency.”

Quote by Sonia Sanchez

Book:Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems
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Shake Loose My Skin: New and Selected Poems

This volume includes a selection of new and previously published poems, reflecting the depth and range of the poet's work more

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Sonia Sanchez
Sonia Sanchez

Sonia Sanchez is a renowned American poet, born on September 9, 1934. Her poetry is characterized by its focus on racial equality, women's liberation, and the culture of African Americans, and is considered an important representative of American black literature. more

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