We arrived at my mother's island
to find your mother's name in the stone
we did not need to go to the graveyard
our own genealogies
the language of childhood wars.
Two old dark women
in the back of the Belmont lorry
bound for L'Esterre
blessed us greeting
Eh Dou-Dou you look too familiar
to you to me
it no longer mattered.
From The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde. Publication: New York. Publication Year: 1997.