June 16, 2020

covid-19: day 95 | US: GA | info | act

won’t you celebrate with me
By: Lucille Clifton (1980)

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 5 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 10 my other hand; come celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and has failed.

seeker of visions
By: Lucille Clifton (1980)

what does this mean. to see walking men wrapped in the color of death, to hear from their tongue such difficult syllables? 5 are they the spirits of our hope or the pale ghosts of our future? who will believe the red road will not run on forever? 10 who will believe a tribe of ice might live and we might not?

homage to my hips
By: Lucille Clifton (1980)

these hips are big hips they need space to move around in. they don’t fit into little petty places. these hips 5 are free hips. they don’t like to be held back. these hips have never been enslaved, they go where they want to go they do what they want to do. 10 these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top! 15