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"Some problems we share as women, some we do not. You fear your children will grow up to join the patriarchy and testify against you, we fear our children will be dragged from a car and shot down in the street, and you will turn your backs upon the reasons they are dying."

- Audre Lorde, “Age, Race, Class, and Sex,” Sister Outsider (via cyanine)

Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years

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The difference between poetry and rhetoric 
is being ready to kill 
instead of your children. 

I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds 
and a dead child dragging his shattered black 
face off the edge of my sleep 
blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders 
is the only liquid for miles 
and my stomach 
churns at the imagined taste while 
my mouth splits into dry lips 
without loyalty or reason 
thirsting for the wetness of his blood 
as it sinks into the whiteness 
of the desert where I am lost 
without imagery or magic 
trying to make power out of hatred and destruction 
trying to heal my dying son with kisses 
only the sun will bleach his bones quicker. 

A policeman who shot down a ten year old in Queens 
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood 
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and 
there are tapes to prove it. At his trial 
this policeman said in his own defense 
“I didn’t notice the size nor nothing else 
only the color”. And 
there are tapes to prove that, too. 

Today that 37 year old white man 
with 13 years of police forcing 
was set free 
by eleven white men who said they were satisfied 
justice had been done 
and one Black Woman who said 
“They convinced me” meaning 
they had dragged her 4’10” black Woman’s frame 
over the hot coals 
of four centuries of white male approval 
until she let go 
the first real power she ever had 
and lined her own womb with cement 
to make a graveyard for our children. 

I have not been able to touch the destruction 
within me. 
But unless I learn to use 
the difference between poetry and rhetoric 
my power too will run corrupt as poisonous mold 
or lie limp and useless as an unconnected wire 
and one day I will take my teenaged plug 
and connect it to the nearest socket 
raping an 85 year old white woman 
who is somebody’s mother 
and as I beat her senseless and set a torch to her bed 
a greek chorus will be singing in 3/4 time 
“Poor thing. She never hurt a soul. What beasts they are.”

"I find the erotic such a kernel within myself. When released from its intense and constrained pellet, it flows through and colors my life with a kind of energy that heightens and sensitizes and strengthens all my experience."

- Audre Lorde  (via flaneur-)

Audre Lorde: The Berlin Years


Cannot wait for this -

Scheduled to make its world premiere in the Panorama Documentary section is Dagmar Shultz’s Audre Lorde - The Berlin Years 1984 to 1992 is an untold chapter (the Berlin years) of the late writer, poet and activist, Caribbean child of immigrants from Grenada,…


Because Audre Lorde said, “Your silence will not protect you.” 
Because Barbara Smith said, “but some of us are brave.” 
Because Toni Cade  Bambara said, “The role of the revolutionary artist is to make  revolution irresistible.” 
Because Sylvia Wynter says our poetics is our  politics is the way we make a world.
Because Anna Julia Cooper, a 19th century figure and former slave, earned a Ph.D. and wrote THE FIRST Black Feminist text, A Voice from the South.
Because  Maria Miller Stewart was THE FIRST American woman of any race to serve  as a public lecturer before a mixed audience of men and women, blacks  and whites (proceeding the Grimke’s antislavery speeches by 5 years).
Because we cannot live without our  lives, our contradictions or our words. 
Because we fall in love with women of color every day.
Because young Black women STILL think critically and write prophetically.
Because publications are the ONLY way to communicate and globally interact with  past, present, and future Black women. 
Because nearly all of the Black feminist publications of the 70s, 80s, and 90s have become extinct.
Because Black people were the ONLY people in the U.S. ever EXPLICITLY forbidden to become literate. 
Because if we don’t write ourselves into history, tell our own truths and experiences, can it be said that we were even here?
I am starting a Black Feminist Art and Literary  Publication. I am using the term Black to refer to those within the  African Diaspora. I am concerned about our limited options. I am calling  on Audre Lorde and Barbara Smith. I am calling for Black women theory,  criticism, and creative literature writers. I am calling all of my  sisters to come and sit at the kitchen table. 

"I want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as I can decently manage, loving all the people I love, and doing as much as I can of the work I still have to do. I am going to write fire until it comes out of my ears, my eyes, my noseholes—everywhere. Until it’s every breath I breathe. I’m going to go out like a fucking meteor!"

- Audre Lorde (via monamade)

"I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We’ve been taught that silence would save us, but it won’t."

- Audre Lorde (via newwavefeminism)

"In becoming forcibly and essentially aware of my mortality, and of what I wished and wanted for my life, however short it might be, priorities and omissions became strongly etched in a merciless light, and what I most regretted were my silences. Of what had I ever been afraid? To question or to speak as I believed could have meant pain, or death. But we all hurt in so many different ways, all the time, and pain will either change or end. Death, on the other hand, is the final silence. And that might be coming quickly, now, without regard for whether I had ever spoken what needed to be said, or had only betrayed myself into small silences, while I planned someday to speak, or waited for someone else’s words. And I began to recognize a source of power within myself that comes from the knowledge that while it is most desirable not to be afraid, learning to put fear into a perspective gave me great strength. I was going to die, if not sooner then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you…"

- Audre Lorde (The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action)

(Source: cocopercolates)

Beautone: Audre Lorde, A Litany For Survival (1978)



For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once…

"the sweetness of her body meeting and filling my mouth, my hands, wherever i touched, felt right and completing, as if i had been born to make love to this woman, and was remembering her body rather than learning it deeply for the first time"


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zami: a new spelling of my name 

(via heartachesandjewels)

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