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  • Writer's pictureKamille D. Whittaker

Lucille Clifton Reads: "Won't You Celebrate With Me?"

[Lucille begins at the :26 mark]

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.

(Thank you forever, Esther, for sending this to me.)


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