There are so many roots to the tree of anger <br />that sometimes the branches shatter <br />before they bear. <br /> <br />Sitting in Nedicks <br />the women rally before they march <br />discussing the problematic girls <br />they hire to make them free. <br />An almost white counterman passes <br />a waiting brother to serve them first <br />and the ladies neither notice nor reject <br />the slighter pleasures of their slavery. <br />But I who am bound by my mirror <br />as well as my bed <br />see causes in colour <br />as well as sex <br /> <br />and sit here wondering <br />which me will survive <br />all these liberations. <br />Audre Lorde, “Who Said It Wa<br /><br />Audre Lorde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-said-it-was-simple/
