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.  

by Lucille Clifton  

*While my journey is a bit different, this poem touched my heart and really spoke to me at a moment when I was feeling powerless.  I hope it empowers at least one person who reads it here.

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1 Response Feb 18, 2009

the most touching part is the end, when we CAN celebrate the success of conquering another day!