By Audre Lorde
This has been my favorite poem since middle school, when we were assigned to find a poem to recite to the class. It still takes my breath away.
I just discovered recently that she also had metastatic breast cancer. She was diagnosed as metastatic six years after her original diagnosis, and died eight years after that. She is quoted as saying: “What I leave behind has a life of its own. I’ve said this about poetry; I’ve said it about children. Well, in a sense I’m saying it about the very artifact of who I have been.”
I love that. I’m going to leave behind one hell of an artifact. ❤️