“There Are No Honest Poems About Dead Women” by Audre Lorde

Audre Lorde (copyright Dagmar Schultz)

(April is #PoetryMonth)

“What do we want from each other after we have told our stories?” asks Audre Lorde.  More freedom? More justice? More love? More inclusion, better systems, an end to oppression? What? And how do we get to what it is we want?  Trust the Lorde to remind us that there is more thinking to do after we break our silences, after we tell our stories.

There Are No Honest Poems About Dead Women

What do we want from each other
after we have told our stories
do we want
to be healed do we want
mossy quiet stealing over our scars
do we want
the powerful unfrightening sister
who will make the pain go away
mother’s voice in the hallway
you’ve done it right
the first time darling
you will never need
to do it again.

Thunder grumbles on the horizon
I buy time with another story
a pale blister of air
cadences of dead flesh
obscure the vowels.

– by Audre Lorde




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