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Who Said It Was Simple by Audre Lorde Who Said It Was Simple 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 which me will survive all these liberations. Poet: Audre Lorde Source: @ReadALittlePoetry Books: @AbeBooks

Out of Sight by Antonia Alexandra Klimenko Out Of Sight It was the 60's… a decade of change an era of innocence a coming of age a time when expressions like "hip" and "cool" weren't exactly out but "far out" was really far in! a time when we traded in the stuffy square for the more open rounded circle when we traded sit-downs for sit-ins social unrest for Berkeley protest the small screen for the real thing. a time when we unplugged our inhibitions opened the doors of perception and broke on through to the other side In tribal splendor we "happened" at gatherings in Woodstock San Francisco Chicago and L.A synthesizing with Leary in holy sugar-cube communion of divine LSD conception and the expanding consciousness of One Evolution was our revolution. Change ...

Endings by Derek Walcott Endings Things do not explode, they fail, they fade, as sunlight fades from the flesh, as the foam drains quick in the sand, even love’s lightning flash has no thunderous end, it dies with the sound of flowers fading like the flesh from sweating pumice stone, everything shapes this till we are left with the silence that surrounds Beethoven’s head. Poet: Derek Walcott Source: @ReadALittlePoetry Books: @AbeBooks