Hanging Fire (Audre Lorde Poems)
I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his tumb in ...
I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his tumb in ...
There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in ...
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel ...
The black unicorn is greedy. The black unicorn is impatient. 'The black unicorn was mistaken for a shadow or symbol ...
New Year's Day 1:16 AM and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and rest ample room allowed me ...
I is the total black, being spoken from the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open how a diamond ...
Time collapses between the lips of strangers my days collapse into a hollow tube soon implodes against now like an ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
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