Wont you celebrate with me
What I have shaped into a kind of life? I Had
no model
Born in Babylon
Both non white 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.
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