Happy Friday, y'all.
Lucille Clifton, 1936 - 2010
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 holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
4 comments:
"something has tried to kill me
and has failed."
Sort of a sad metaphor for the Trump administration so far...
-Doug in Oakland
Thanks! I appreciate the imagery!
gracias
Amazing poem. I always manage to misplace Lucille Clifton in my memory, which is generally a bad thing, but it also means that I get to rediscover her awesomeness when I'm reminded.
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