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A piece about one's relationship to their younger self

          "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.”

                    -Lucille Clifton

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