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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moonchild</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">whatever slid into my mother's room that <br>late june night, tapping her great belly,<br>summoned me out roundheaded and unsmiling. <br>is this the moon, my father used to grin.<br>cradling me? it was the moon <br>but nobody knew it then.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the moon understands dark places.<br>the moon has secrets of her own.<br>she holds what light she can.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">we girls were ten years old and giggling <br>in our hand-me-downs. we wanted breasts,<br>pretended that we had them, tissued<br>our undershirts. jay johnson is teaching <br>me to french kiss, ella bragged, who<br>is teaching you? how do you say; my father?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=450260" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">the moon is queen of everything.<br>she rules the oceans, rivers, rain.<br>when I am asked whose tears these are<br>I always blame the moon.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lucille+Clifton">Lucille Clifton</a></strong></div>

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