I am familiar with Audre Lorde through her account of battling breast cancer and undergoing a mastectomy, in her book, The Cancer Journals, which is considered a significant work of illness narrative. 

She was also a poet who wrote wonderful poems and was a self-described “black, lesbian, mother, and warrior.” 

Sharing her famous poem, “Recreation” – 

Coming together   

it is easier to work   

after our bodies   

meet

paper and pen

neither care nor profit

whether we write or not

but as your body moves

under my hands   

charged and waiting   

we cut the leash

you create me against your thighs   

hilly with images

moving through our word countries   

my body

writes into your flesh

the poem

you make of me.

Touching you I catch midnight   

as moon fires set in my throat   

I love you flesh into blossom   

I made you

and take you made

into me.