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.
4 Comments
Yes! It is on us!
I appreciate the ways you have personally taken this on in your professional field!
Indeed it is. Beautifully expressed Sara! Thanks.
Thanks, Jennifer. We have shared a path that looks at timelessness in a different way, that is also Truthful in its context!