Audre for Audre Lorde Audre lives in the volcanic intersections of race | sex | class | phobia I know who I am [exclamation mark]I said, I know how I am [exclamation mark] [voice loud]I am a black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet [exclamation mark] [foot stomp][hand on hip] Who are you I said, who are you… Continue reading Poem 55 – Audre
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Poem 54 – We Can, We Will, We Must
“We Can, We Will, We Must”For Annamie Paul, Leader of Canada’s Green Party hers is a voiceepicbraided with mother grandmotherlegacy – learned & lived advocacyrallying determination with thepassionate grace of a phoenix in flight she’s thundering author of the book of radical daring changeshe’s pounding rhythm of We can! We will!We must!the mouthpiece majesty of… Continue reading Poem 54 – We Can, We Will, We Must
Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore
Headstones on the Potomac Shore The Potomac coughs up headstonesfrom the Columbian Harmony Cemetery. Heavy slabs of memories choke on a storythat won’t stop repeating its violent conflicts. The bodies of 37,000 black residents uprootedreburied – names replaced with the silence of sold markers. For 60 years Keckley, Fleetwood, Shadd and moresix feet under footsteps… Continue reading Poem 52 – Headstones on the Potomac Shore
VANESSA SHIELDS 