won’t you celebrate with me

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 (USA, 1936 – 2010) from Book of Light. Copyright © 1993 by Lucille Clifton (Copper Canyon Press)

Source: Poetry Foundation

Cover: wall poetry in Bordeaux (France) ph. Diana Marrone

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