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--by Kim Marcille
A woman in the congregation, she was crying
I watched her, and I could feel her pain
Her children sat beside her, they were small
she could have hugged one
but she didn't
they didn't need to know that she was sad
The choir robe rested on my knees like angel feathers
I stood and it fell from me like mist
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The music started with a quiver then grew stronger
and my voice rushed up
from the deepest part of me
a fire burning on a fuel I did not know
I sang for the woman in the congregation
I sang for all the women there
I sang for all the children
that they would not know this pain
that they would find joy
that they would be free
some day
some day
like me.
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