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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.


Lucille Clifton

The Collected Poems of Lucille Clifton 1965-2010
BOA Editions


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