Audre Lorde

(18 February 1934 – 17 November 1992 / New York City)

A Woman Speaks - Poem by Audre Lorde

Moon marked and touched by sun
my magic is unwritten
but when the sea turns back
it will leave my shape behind.
I seek no favor
untouched by blood
unrelenting as the curse of love
permanent as my errors
or my pride
I do not mix
love with pity
nor hate with scorn
and if you would know me
look into the entrails of Uranus
where the restless oceans pound.

I do not dwell
within my birth nor my divinities
who am ageless and half-grown
and still seeking
my sisters
witches in Dahomey
wear me inside their coiled cloths
as our mother did

I have been woman
for a long time
beware my smile
I am treacherous with old magic
and the noon's new fury
with all your wide futures
I am
and not white.

Comments about A Woman Speaks by Audre Lorde

  • Gold Star - 6,582 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/23/2015 4:28:00 PM)

    A strage song of womanliness. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 30,477 Points * Sunprincess * (5/31/2014 2:09:00 PM)

    ......~ and not white ~....wonder what the message was, the poetess was trying to convey..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 17, 2011

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