Sunday, April 6, 2008

won't you celebrate with me by Lucille Clifton





won't you celebrate with me


what i have shaped into


a kind of life? i had no model.


born in babylon


both nonwhite and woman


what did i see to be except myself?


i made it up


here on this bridge between


starshine and clay,


my one hand; come celebrate


with me that everyday


something has tried to kill me


and has failed.

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