celebrate with me

"Promise me you'll always remember: You're braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think." — AA Milne

won't you celebrate with me
By Lucille Clifton

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.

I love this poem ... thought I might share it with you as part of our month exploring the theme of resilience.

Don't we all have that thing that we were born which makes us different? I didn't have models for queerness, for butchness, for non-binary expressions, for sacred intimacy, for kinky topping and play. I too had no model. And I love this question: "What did I see to be except myself?" Would that I could have that kind of resilience.

I love the idea of celebrating this survival. Celebrating our resilience. Things do come after us, daily — the microagressions, the racism, sexism, homophobia, antisemitism, prejudice — and we don't have to survive it. Not all of us do. But hey, I'm writing to you here today, and we have. You and I have both survived it. Not only that, but here we are, ourselves.

Celebrations all around!

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