Poem Of The Month

Since May has commenced i have decided to add the new poem of the month. I've kinda been in an Audre Lorde mood so here goes. BTW, when i was searching for this poem the damn 8e6 filter blocked it because of the word junkie and said "illegal drugs". Friggin' a...


To My Daughter The Junkie
On A Train

By Audre Lorde

Children we have not borne
bedevil us by becoming
themselves
painfully sharp and unavoidable
like a needle in our flesh.

Coming home on the subway from a PTA meeting
of minds committed like murder
or suicide
to their own private struggle
a long-legged girl with a horse in her brain
slumps down beside me
begging to be ridden asleep
for the price of a midnight train
free from desire.
Little girl on the nod
if we are measured by the dreams we avoid
then you are the nightmare
of all sleeping mothers
rocking back and forth
the dead weight of your arms
locked about our necks
heavier than our habit
of looking for reasons.

My corrupt concern will not replace
what you once needed
but I am locked into my own addictions
and offer you my help, one eye
out
for my own station.
Roused and deprived
your costly dream explodes
into a terrible technicoloured laughter