Wednesday, March 8, 2017

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.

1 comment:

  1. Perfect in these times. Nice to see you Rose, our little blogging circle has been a bit MIA.


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