CarrollBlog 9.8

STATIONS

by Audre Lorde

Some women love

to wait

for life for a ring

in the June light for a touch

of the sun to heal them for another

woman's voice to make them whole

to untie their hands

put words in their mouths

form to their passages sound

to their screams for some other sleeper

to remember their future their past.

Some women wait for the right

train in the wrong station

in the alleys of morning

for the noon to holler

the night come down.

Some women wait for...