Spirituality Poll

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Lucille Clifton wrote a poem shortly after the JWB ... incident ... which is even more effective if you hear her read it and see the little glint in her eye.

Iorena

it lay in my palm soft and trembled
as a new bird and i thought about
authority and how it always insisted
on itself, how it was master
of the man, how it measured him, never
was ignored or denied and how it promised
there would be sweetness if it was obeyed
just like the saints do, like the angels,
and i opened the window and held out my
uncupped hand. i swear to god,
i thought it could fly

[Opsa]

Is this another way to flip the bird?

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