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

Lucille Clifton. Estados Unidos (1936-2010)