Stations
\nby Audre Lorde<\/p>\n

Some women love
\nto wait
\nfor life for a ring
\nin the June light for a touch
\nof the sun to heal them for another
\nwoman’s voice to make them whole
\nto untie their hands
\nput words in their mouths
\nform to their passages sound
\nto their screams for some other sleeper
\nto remember their future their past.<\/p>\n

Some women want for their right
\ntrain in the wrong station
\nin the alleys of morning
\nfor the noon to holler
\nthe night to come down.<\/p>\n

Some women wait for love
\nto rise up
\nthe child of their promise
\nto gather from the earth
\nwhat they do not plant
\nto claim pain for labor
\nto become
\nthe tip of an arrow to aim
\nat the heart of now
\nbut it never stays.<\/p>\n

Some women wait for visions
\nthat do not return
\nwhere they were not welcome
\nnaked
\nfor invitations to places
\nthey always wanted
\nto visit
\nto be repeated.<\/p>\n

Some women wait for themselves
\naround the next corner
\nand call the empty spot peace
\nbut the opposite of living
\nis only not living
\nand the stars do not care.<\/p>\n

Some women wait for something
\nto change and nothing
\ndoes change
\nso they change
\nthemselves.<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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