Research project- analysis……. must include all sources and

I have already developed the research topic, thesis, and the authors I want to use. Use sources to help connect poems to reality. 
Analyze each poem and tell what they mean.

Hanging Fire- Audre Lorde
I am fourteenand my skin has betrayed methe boy I cannot live withoutstill sucks his tumbin secrethow come my knees arealways so ashywhat if I diebefore the morning comesand momma’s in the bedroomwith the door closed.
I have to learn how to dancein time for the next partymy room is too small for mesuppose I de before graduationthey will sing sad melodiesbut finallytell the truth aout meThere is nothing I want to doand too muchthat has to be doneand momma’s in the bedroomwith the door closed.

 A Woman Speaks 
 
Moon marked and touched by sun   my magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind.   I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as the curse of love   permanent as my errorsor my prideI do not mixlove with pitynor hate with scornand if you would know melook into the entrails of Uranus   where the restless oceans pound.I do not dwellwithin my birth nor my divinities   who am ageless and half-grown   and still seekingmy sisterswitches in Dahomeywear me inside their coiled cloths   as our mother didmourning.I have been womanfor a long timebeware my smileI am treacherous with old magic   and the noon’s new furywith all your wide futures   promisedI amwomanand not white.

 poem in praise of menstruation – Lucille Clifton
 
if there is a rivermore beautiful than thisbright as the bloodred edge of the moon          if
there is a rivermore faithful than thisreturning each monthto the same delta          if there
is a riverbraver than thiscoming and coming in a surgeof passion, of pain          if there isa rivermore ancient than thisdaughter of evemother of cain and of abel          if there is inthe universe such a river          ifthere is some where watermore powerful than this wildwaterpray that it flows alsothrough animalsbeautiful and faithful and ancientand female and brave 
the lost baby poem 
the time I dropped your almost body down
down to meet the waters under the city 
and run one with the sewage to the sea 
what did i know about waters rushing back 
what did i know about drowning or being drowned  
you would have been born into winter in the year of the disconnected gas and no car       
we would have made the thin walk over genesee hill 
into the canada wind to watch you 
slip like ice into strangers’ hands 
you would have fallen naked as snow into winter 
if you were here i could tell you these 
and some other things  
if i am ever less than a mountain for your definite 
brothers and sisters let the rivers pour over my head
let the sea take me for a spiller of seas       
let black men call me stranger always
for your never named sake 

later i’ll sayi spent my lifeloving a great man
latermy life will accuse meof various treasons
not black enoughtoo blackeyes closed when they should have been openeyes open when they should have been closed
will accuse me for unborn babiesand dead trees
laterwhen i defend again and againwith this lovemy life will keep silentlistening tomy body breaking