Poems by Audre Lorde
Hanging Fire
... I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me ...
Who Said It Was Simple
... There are so many roots to the tree of anger ...
Making Love To Concrete
... stuck in the particularYou cannot make love to concrete ...
The Black Unicorn
... of my fury. It is not on her lap where the horn rests ...
The Electric Slide Boogie
... in the narrow hallway outside my roomThe TV lounge next door is wide open ...
Coal
... Some words bedevil me Love is word, another kind of open ...
Never To Dream Of Spiders
... anniversary flameproofed free-paper shredded ...
InheritanceHis
... You left the first two scratching in a treefern's shade ...
Power
... The difference between poetry and rhetoricis being ready to killyourselfinstead of your children.I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot woundsand a dead child dragging his shattered blackface off the edge of my sleepblood from his punctured cheeks and shouldersis the only liquid for milesand my stomach ...
Inheritance-His
... You left the first two scratching in a treefern's shade ...
