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Lucille Clifton: won’t you celebrate with me

ImageI attended a yoga retreat designed for women of color in 2010 and the experience was spectacular. To date, I am in contact with several of the sisters from that magical weekend in the Georgia mountains in Dahlonegna.  Ba-by, the Great Mother was working wonders.

As I’m in the throws of transition not unlike the process of transition that women experience when in labor, I was reacquainted with this wonderful poem gifted to me by one of the sisters from the retreat, Octavia.  I have yet to meet a woman graced with the name Octavia that is not powerful beyond measure.

She wrote the following on the back of the poem,

“I keep this poem close to me–

I just wanted to share it with you–“

I am extending the gift, passing the blessings on to those that stop by

The Passionate Fruit:

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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 one hand;

come celebrate with me

that everyday something

has tried to kill me

and has failed.

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The Matriarch

The Matriarch…

The fuck I care about having the body of a model…

that’s not my purpose, I walk a different path.

I required a vessel with the capacity to birth 6 warriors into this world.

with the strength to transform their socially constructed blackness given to them at birth,

back to their inherent greatness given at conception,

To over-stand their situatedness

to fulfill their Order,

Orders, to lead the next 7 generations of the King

and 2 of the 6 beings are daughters who shared the Womb together, and one of whom entered this world with a veil over her eyes…power

which means…

during the gestation of these future Queens,

I created my grandchildren’s children, my legacy, hence

I Am the Matriarch…

Bow down when I or my Sisters sway through,

with hips and thighs,

that only the King in the man is given keys to unlock,

a force of power to bear down and squat,

I Am the Matriarch.

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