won't you celebrate with mewhat i have shaped intoa kind of life? i had no model.born in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did i see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and clay,my one hand holding tightmy other hand; come celebratewith me that everydaysomething has tried to kill meand has failed.-- Lucille Clifton
As white and non-woman as I may, this resonates with me still. Here on this bridge between starshine and clay, between all there is, and all we know, won't you celebrate with me this one truth: We live.
