1. In the library after school, I looked for a picture of Audre Lorde, this poet I assumed was a white woman because all of the poems we read in class were by dead white men and women. Oh, and Langston Hughes. Then I found Audre Lorde’s “Love Poem.”

    “And I knew when I entered her I was / High wind in her forests hollow / Fingers whispering sound / Honey flowed.”

    This poem is about a black woman having sex with a woman she loves. This poem is about the fact that we can write poems like this poem.

    — Coming Out To Myself by Saeed Jones (via therumpus)

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