This was the poem we read on the first day of my Sex & Power in the African Diaspora class. My professor Lyndon Gil planted a seed in my head with a seemingly simple command that I still think about to this day: ‘check your privilege’.
We looked at Audre Lorde a few more times during the semester. She was the first person to make me think of the ‘erotic’ or the divine feminine energy that women possess. She made me commit to seeing myself as part of a larger social movement. To push back on the patriarchy and know that self care is part of the revolution just as our activism.
Our acts of love and kindness within and between our marginalized communities could be a force of political power. Connecting and mobilizing was obviously powerful. Connecting and healing is more subtle and can be where we find our power.
When I was going through the lowest low I would read parts of a Burst of Light and just bust out crying. Her writing, her voice through her words were so genuine it would move me to tears behind motherhood, the eventuality of death, or even my son’s future. There were a few times I would read a sentence or a section, close the book and clutch it to my chest and just look at my son hoping he couldn’t feel all the worry I was diffusing.
She really understood how to enjoy her full self, relish in her sensuality and how to express the complexities of EMOTION.
She’s my revolutionary godmother.