“In the library after school, I looked for a picture of Audre Lorde, this poet I assumed was a white woman because all of the poems we read in class were by dead white men and women. Oh, and Langston Hughes. Then I found Audre Lorde’s “Love Poem.”

“And I knew when I entered her I was / High wind in her forests hollow / Fingers whispering sound / Honey flowed.”

This poem is about a black woman having sex with a woman she loves. This poem is about the fact that we can write poems like this poem.”
Coming Out To Myself by Saeed Jones