Audre Lorde Quote
I am tired of writing memorials to black menwhom I was on the brink of knowingweary like fig treesweighted like a crepe myrtlewith all the black substance poured into earthbefore earth is ready to bear.I am tired of holy deathsof the ulcerous illuminations the cerebral accidentsthe psychology of the oppressedwhere mental health is the abilityto repressknowledge of the world’s cruelty.
Audre Lorde
I am tired of writing memorials to black menwhom I was on the brink of knowingweary like fig treesweighted like a crepe myrtlewith all the black substance poured into earthbefore earth is ready to bear.I am tired of holy deathsof the ulcerous illuminations the cerebral accidentsthe psychology of the oppressedwhere mental health is the abilityto repressknowledge of the world’s cruelty.