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I cannot recall you gentle yet through your heavy love I have become an image of your once delicate flesh split with deceitful longings. When strangers come and compliment me your aged spirit takes a bow jingling with pride but once you hid that secret in the center of furies hanging me with deep ******* and wiry hair with your own split flesh and long suffering eyes buried in myths of little worth. But I have peeled away your anger down to the core of love and look mother I Am a dark temple where your true spirit rises beautiful and tough as chestnut stanchion against your nightmare of weakness and if eyes conceal a squadron of conflicting rebellions I learned from you to define myself through your denials audre lorde
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Black Mother Woman
Give me fire and I will sing you morning Finding you heart And a birth of fruit For you, a flame that will stay beauty Song will take us by the hand And lead us back to light. Give me fire and I will sing you evening Asking you water And a quick breath No farewell winds like a willow switch Against my body In a dark room. audre lorde.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
A Lover's Song