Audre Lorde(18 February 1934 - 17 November 1992 / New York City)
- by Audre Lorde8
Speak earth and bless me with what is richest make sky flow honey out of my hips rigis mountains spread over a valley carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was high wind in her forests hollow fingers whispering sound honey flowed from the split cup impaled on a lance of tongues on the tips of her breasts on her navel and my breath howling into her entrances through lungs of pain.
Greedy as herring-gulls or a child I swing out over the earth over and over again.
- by Audre Lorde6
Woman power is Black power is Human power is alwasy feeling my heart beats as my eyes open as my hands move as my mouth speaks
I am are you
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