Won't you celebrate with me
By Gwendolyn Brooks
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.
"not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving" -w.t. purkiser
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