My habit of reading a poem a day has been so emotionally transformative.
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| stock photo: autumn leaves + bench |
Bloodbirth
That which is inside of me screaming
beating about for exit or entry
names the wind, wanting winds' voice
wanting winds' power
it is not my heart
and I am trying to tell this
without art or embellishment
with bits of me flying out in all directions
screams memories old pieces of flesh
struck off like dry bark
from a felled tree, bearing
up or out
holding or bring forth
child or demon
is this birth or exorcism or
the beginning machinery of myself
outlining recalling
my father's business- what I must be
about- my own business
minding.
Shall I split
or be cut down
by a word's complexion or the lack of
it
and from what direction will the opening be made
to show the true face of me
lying exposed and together
my children your children their
children
bent on our conjugating business
-Audre Lorde
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| source: NYTimes |
Born: February 18, 1934, Harlem, New York, NY
Died: November 17, 1992 (age 58 years), Saint Croix, U.S. Virgin Islands
Intersectional feminist, poet, scholar, professor, civil rights activist
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