Lucille Clifton Poems

won't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
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There is a girl inside.
She is randy as a wolf.
She will not walk away and leave these bones
to an old woman.
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for mama

remember this.
she is standing by
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it is all blood and breaking,
blood and breaking, the thing
drops out of its box squalling
into the light. they are both squalling,
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curling them around
i hold their bodies in obscene embrace
thinking of everything but kinship.
collards and kale
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listen children
keep this in the place
you have for keeping
always
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fox

who
can blame her for hunkering
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harriet
if i be you
let me not forget
to be the pistol
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ask me to tell how it feels
remembering your mother's face
turned to water under the white words
of the man at the shoe store. ask me,
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the legend is whispered
in the women's tent
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