(with thanks to @skoski, who found the poem.)
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
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
Where there is a heartbeat there is hope.
Posted by: Debra | February 15, 2010 at 08:53 AM