"I was born in a hotel,
a maskmaker.
my bones were knit by
a perilous knife.
my skin turned around
at midnight and
I entered the earth in
a woman jar.
I learned the world all
wormside up
and this is my yes
my strong fingers;
I was born in a bed of
good lessons
and it has made me
wise."

Lucille Clifton, My Poem.