the snips of finger
fell from the sterile bowl
into my mind and after that
whatever i was taught they would
point toward a different learning
which i followed
i could no more ignore
the totems of my tribe
than i could close my eyes
against the light flaring
behind what has been called
the world
look hold these regulated hands
against the sky
see how they were born to more
than bone see how their shadow
steadies what i remain whole
alive twelvefingered
-Lucille Clifton
I'm Vega. Welcome.
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