Quote by Audre Lorde
Poetry is not only dream and vision it is the skeleton architectur

Poetry is not only dream and vision it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before. – Audre Lorde

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When I use my strength in the service of my vision it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid. – Audre Lorde

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Black women sharing close ties with each other, politically or emotionally, are not the enemies of Black men. – Audre Lorde

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When I dare to be powerful – to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid. – Audre Lorde

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