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The First Lady Fist-Bumps
Mrs. Obama's hands are not Aunt Jemima's, content to stir the batter, make pancakes for the master. Hers lie closer to the bone of Sister Soujourner Truth, who asked in defiance, "Ain't I a woman, too?". Before the inauguration she fist-bumps her husband. as he raises his hand to take the oath of office, We uncross our fingers raise our hands to the sky and America begins to tell another story. Written for: "Invalid Item"
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