won't you celebrate with me
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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
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with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
"And. Has. Failed."
That's the important part.
Lord have mercy on me, a sinner, but not a failure.
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