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 one hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

by Lucille Clifton

Comments (7)

Yes, I celebrate your life. You survived and you triumphed. That is what life does for the best of us. You were stirred by the cultural revolutions during which you were seen and negated as a nonwhite and a woman. Stirred, you refused to be jailed by preconceptions and bias. Stirred you struggled as the best of us must. We gain strength from the rotten experiences of life and shape ourselves into starshine instead of a cringing ball of mud.
This shows us the courage and conviction of a woman in an hostile environment. Need of the hour. Thanks.
Babylon! ! With the muse of the hardships of life. Thanks for sharing.
Nice poem, a brave lady who dified odds to make it to stardom, great.
A very strong woman, who has managed to see the good in her circumstances. Very motivating and emotional.
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