vocabulary and an opus based entirely 100% on racial grievance would be awarded (in 2011, by B.O.) the highest civilian presidential honor in the United States (
Maya's "Still I Rise" ("like dust") (wuh?) has the literary depth of the microwave heating instructions on the side of a Pop Tarts box :
And yet and yet: presidents and despots alike have pumped the handle of the hydraulic lift that ascended Maya to her lofty perch on a Willy Wonka-like pedestal.
A teary-eyed B.O. even admitted that his own mother, Stanley, was so inspired by M.A. that she named Obama's Indonesian half-sister (Maya Sotero) after her.
Only Allah can guess the inspiration behind Barack and Michelle naming their daughters "Sashia" and "Malia."
Rudyard Kipling, Hesketh Pritchard, August Andrée... would these great men and so many like them ever flourish in the upside-down world we are living in now? Where denial replaces reality, and reverse-discrimination stands in for compassion?
Answer: their agents just tweeted back that the three were unavailable for comment right now, as they attending mandatory Diversity Training.
We are not trying to be mean by criticizing Angelou's (childlike) prose ; rather, we are pointing out the screaming hypocrisy of a system that pretends to believe that Angelou's work is on the same plain as Shakespeare, Keats. or Dylan Thomas. A system that begrudgingly admits the existence of hierarchy in Nature, but never in Society.
For purposes of comparison, check out Kipling's "If", as recited by the great Michael Caine :
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