There are those out there
who hurt, even though they don’t
Know it. I can say
That I am not
Perfect, but I pray
Beyond flaws, that hands
Will lift one
Another in prayer.
I can believe that we fight
Not against flesh
But against oppression-
Beyond distress
I knew was true
When your hand
Touched my shoulder.
Watched you laugh
With frown lines, stitches
That still haven’t healed.
When I listened
And heard your breath
Whisper secrets
When you yelled
At the lady for
Giving you wrong
Change. Felt you
Cry when you walked away
As if you carried
A cross in your purse.
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