My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you. But for every real word spoken, for every attempt I had ever made to speak those truths for which I am still seeking, I had made contact with other women while we examined the words to fit a world in which we all believed, bridging our differences. And it was the concern and caring of all those women which gave me strength…
Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our own poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.
Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde
This is what poetry should be; this is why I might never be a true poet.