Yes, my mind has been bad all this week, y’all. If it wasn’t for Facebook today, I would be forgetting important Sisters left and right and that would be unforgivable of me.
Ok, so now that I have remembered, I need you to listen to something.
Are you listening?
I don’t know know any other way to say it: the poetry and prose of Audre Lorde have literally saved my life and my mind since I was twenty-one years old. Her essays “Poetry is Not a Luxury” and “The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House” break it down.
Let me say that again: Saved. My. Life.
What I just wrote is no exaggeration. I want that to marinate with y’all all day long. So send a prayer for Sister Audre’s beautiful spirit as she fellowships with the Ancestors up in Heaven. She remains a truly great woman on this side of Heaven, even after her transition years ago. I love her so much, and I never even met her.
I don’t want to violate copyright laws, so here is a link to one of my absolutely favorite poems by Audre Lorde, “From the House of Yemanya” on the Poetry Foundation website. They paid for the poem, and so I want to give them their due.
And if you are a Black woman, and need your life saving today, or any other day, and you need your Black woman’s life–your very existence–affirmed as I did, order this book off Amazon.
Sisters, if you have not read this book, I need to say that it will fill your needs as strongly as scripture. Y’all know how much I love the sacred, so I promise you. This woman was sent to us for a reason.