“it was a dream” by lucille clifton in which my greater self rose up before me accusing me of my life with her extra finger whirling in a gyre of rage at what my days had come to. what, i pleaded with her, could i do, oh what could i have done? and she twisted her wild hair and sparked her wild eyes and screamed as long as i could hear her This. This. This. [image: Lorna Simpson, Ebony Heads, 2011, Romare Bearden Project]

“it was a dream”

by lucille clifton

in which my greater self
rose up before me
accusing me of my life
with her extra finger
whirling in a gyre of rage
at what my days had come to.
what, 
i pleaded with her, could i do,
oh what could i have done?
and she twisted her wild hair 
and sparked her wild eyes
and screamed as long as
i could hear her
This.  This.  This.

[image: Lorna Simpson, Ebony Heads, 2011, Romare Bearden Project]

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