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  • won’t you celebrate with me / what I have shaped into / a kind of life? —Lucille Clifton, “won’t you celebrate with me” What I write and how I write is done in order to save my own life. —Barbara Christian, “The Race for Theory” For Mama, whose pain is unrelenting, but who bears it with more grace than we deserve. For Alyssa, in the hospital right now. For Sweet, who is awaiting the news. For Connie, who got three kids and only herself to carry the load. For Carmea and Tyrhonda, …