Who Said It Was Simple by Audre Lorde | Poems Rethabile Likes
Who Said It Was Simple by Audre Lorde | Poems Rethabile Likes Who Said It Was Simple by Audre Lorde There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them free. An almost white counterman passes a waiting brother to serve them first and the ladies neither notice nor reject the slighter pleasures of their slavery. But I who am bound by my mirror as well as my bed see causes in colour as well as sex and sit here wondering ...