Audre Lorde’s name has been etched in my mind for years, long before I’d even picked up one of her books. My college English professor assigned us her poem “The New York Head Shop” and I was struck by the raw emotion and unapologetic language. It was like she had taken a magnifying glass to …
Audre Lorde’s name has been etched in my mind for years, long before I’d even picked up one of her books. My college English professor assigned us her poem “The New York Head Shop” and I was struck by the raw emotion and unapologetic language. It was like she had taken a magnifying glass to …
