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.

haggadah Section: Nirtzah
Source: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/23323#sthash.yAi4L9Ly.dpuf