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
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Sunshine and Melanin
Poetryl'm a black woman who is proud to have melanin flowing through her veins. The purpose of this book is not to scream that black lives matter, which they do but rather I'm here to educate black women on their true identity and worth. Here is a compil...
