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my dream about being white

hey music and

me

only white,

hair a flutter of

fall leaves

circling my perfect

line of a nose,

no lips,

no behind, hey

white me

and i’m wearing

white history

but there’s no future

in those clothes

so i take them off and

wake up

dancing.

from The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton: 1965-2010Find it in the library

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Published in Lucille Clifton Poems

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