I love when writers read their own work and convey their own words in its true meaning. Lucille Clifton has a great poem titled,“won’t you come 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
starshine and clay,
my one hand holding tight
my one hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.

Nayo Jones “Healing.”

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