Who Said It Was Simple

Audre Lorde

There are so many roots to the tree of anger  
that sometimes the branches shatter  
before they bear.

Sitting in Nedicks
the women rally before they march  
discussing the problematic girls  
they hire to make them free.
An almost white counterman passes  
a waiting brother to serve them first  
and the ladies neither notice nor reject  
the slighter pleasures of their slavery.  
But I who am bound by my mirror  
as well as my bed
see causes in colour
as well as sex

and sit here wondering  
which me will survive  
all these liberations.