This is a short yet incredibly dense and layered essay that demanded all my heart as I read and re-read it. It is metaphorical and yet explicit in its convictions.
Poetry is an instrument of feeling and experience. Poetry does the vital work of excavation.
The quality of poetry by which we live our lives has a direct bearing upon the product and the change we wish to bring. This is all the more vital for women, people of color, queer people, and oppressed communities that hold a deep source of power and possibility within. Poetry is a revolutionary tool for inspiring abolitionist action. Poetry is a distillery of experience. Poetry is illumination—of the intolerable and frightening. Poetry births thoughts, births revolutions, and awareness. Poetry offers liberation from fear.
𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆.
“𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅. 𝑨𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚. 𝑾𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓…
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍, 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆.”
This essay is beyond words, beyond an experience. It is a presence felt. That is, the strong presence & conviction of Lorde herself. It opened up so many portals within me. Reading it as a woman, it spoke to me in an ancient, familiar language I knew all along. I felt that unspooling within me.
Poetry allows us, as women, to give language to unexamined and unrecorded emotions that come from places of possibility that have been diminished but have always been namelessly felt.
This was breathtaking. It was communal. It was an honor to read, it was nourishing, it was powerful.