Pride Month Artist Focus – Audre Lorde

“Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference – those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older – know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths. For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never enable us to bring about genuine change. And this fact is only threatening to those women who still define the master’s house as their only source of support.”

Audre Lorde

Black, lesbian, mother, warrior, poet. These are the words Audre Lorde chose when describing herself, and they paint a broad picture of the incredible life that she led. A prolific writer, Audre was also a professor, an activist, a womanist, a feminist, a librarian, and a weaver of words so emotional and timeless that her work is as relevant to our times now as they were when she wrote them.

Born in New York in 1934, Audre showed a love of words and beauty at a young age. In fact, she dropped the “y” from the end of her first time so that her first and last name had a more perfect symmetry, both ending in an “e.” When she was still in high school she published her first poem in Seventeen magazine after her high school deemed it “too inappropriate” for publication in their student journal. Audre went on to graduate from Columbia, ultimately earning her Master’s Degree in library science.

Audre had a strained relationship with her parents, particularly her mother. Her mother’s family valued light skin and “passing,” and Audre had the dark skin of her father. She described her mother as cold and distant, and suspicious of anyone with dark skin. These feelings are reflected in her poem “From the House of Yemanja”:

My mother had two faces and a frying pot
where she cooked up her daughters
into girls
before she fixed our dinner.
My mother had two faces
and a broken pot
where she hid out a perfect daughter
who was not me
I am the sun and moon and forever hungry
for her eyes.
I bear two women upon my back
one dark and rich and hidden
in the ivory hungers of the other
pale as a witch
yet steady and familiar
brings me bread and terror
in my sleep
her breasts are huge exciting anchors
in the midnight storm.
All this has been
in my mother’s bed
time has no sense
I have no brothers
and my sisters are cruel.
Mother I need
mother I need
mother I need your blackness now
as the august earth needs rain.
I am
the sun and moon and forever hungry
the sharpened edge
where day and night shall meet
and not be


Audre lost her life in 1992, but she leaves a legacy of activism and art behind. The Audre Lorde Project describes it’s mission as such:

The Audre Lorde Project is a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Two Spirit, Trans and Gender Non Conforming People of Color center for community organizing, focusing on the New York City area. Through mobilization, education and capacity-building, we work for community wellness and progressive social and economic justice. Committed to struggling across differences, we seek to responsibly reflect, represent and serve our various communities.

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