A Grenada Poet a Day: Audre Lorde (1934 – 1992)
Reading Time 3 mins Inheritance—His by Audre Lorde I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring alone among my creamy fine-boned sisters marked me Byron’s daughter. No sun set when you died, but a door opened onto my mother. After you left she grieved her crumpled world aloft an iron fist sweated with business symbols a printed blotter dwell in the house of Lord’s your hollow voice changing down a hospital corridor yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow… Read More »A Grenada Poet a Day: Audre Lorde (1934 – 1992)