Happy Birthday to our ancestor Toni Morrison! So many of us would be lost without language she gave us. This giant of a storyteller & wordsmith & thinker we were privileged to briefly share the earth with.
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O Solomon don’t leave me here
Cotton balls to choke me
O Solomon don’t leave me here
Buckra’s arms to yoke me
Solomon done fly, Solomon done gone
Solomon cut across the sky, Solomon gone home.
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Cotton balls to choke me
O Solomon don’t leave me here
Buckra’s arms to yoke me
Solomon done fly, Solomon done gone
Solomon cut across the sky, Solomon gone home.
Now more than ever...