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.
Lucille Clifton, Won’t You Celebrate With Me
This is so filled with truth and art and beauty..thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Grace! It’s a favorite that keeps coming back.
I LOVE this. So simple. So powerful. It brought a tear to my eye.
Thank you for reading, Leslie-Anne!
Love this so much, thank you.
Beautiful, moving words. Thank you.