Oppression is as American as apple pie.
AUDRE LORDEIf they cannot love and resist at the same time, they probably will not survive.
More Audre Lorde Quotes
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I am still learning – how to take joy in all the people I am, how to use all my selves in the service of what I believe, how to accept when I fail and rejoice when I succeed.
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Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.
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To that piece in each of us that refuses to be silent.
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I started writing because I had a need inside of me to create something that was not there.
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When you reach out and touch other human beings, it doesn’t matter whether you call it therapy or teaching or poetry.
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I have died too many deaths that were not mine.
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I wish to raise a Black man who will not be destroyed by, nor settle for, those corruptions called power by the white fathers who mean his destruction as surely as they mean mine.
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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.
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I learned so much from listening to people. And all I knew was, the only thing I had was honesty and openness.
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Whenever the need for some pretense of communication arises, those who profit from our oppression call upon us to share our knowledge with them
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We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.
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Some women wait for themselves around the next corner and call the empty spot peace but the opposite of living is only not living and the stars do not care
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The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.
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I am a Black, Lesbian, Feminist, Warrior, Poet, Mother – stronger for all my identities, and I am indivisible.
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For each of us as women, there is a dark place within, where hidden and growing our true spirit rises, beautiful and tough as chestnut stanchions against our nightmare of weakness.
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