"Children we have not borne bedevil us by becoming themselves painfully sharp unavoidable like a needle in our flesh Coming home on the subway from a PTA meeting of minds committed to murder or suicide in their own private struggle a long-legged girl with a horse in her brain slumps down beside me begging to be ridden asleep for the price of a midnight train free from desire Little girl on the nod if we were measured by dreams we avoid then you are the nightmare of all sleeping mothers rocking back and forth the dead wait of your arms locked about our necks heavier than our habit of looking for reason My corrupt concern will not replace what you once needed but I am locked into my own addiction and offer you my help one eye out for my own station Roused and deprived your costly dream explodes in terrible technicolored laughter at my failure up and down across the aisle women avert their eyes as other mothers who become useless curse our children who became junk" -Audre Lorde
Posted on: Tue, 03 Sep 2013 00:49:50 +0000
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