12/15/2025
“We stood at the front of the stage, with rows of incarcerated women in front of us and our choir sisters behind us. The first lines left our mouths and the whole room was pulled into a portal of time slowing down. A few verses in, tears were flowing for women everywhere in the room.
I’ve performed this song many times. I’m used to the tears it provokes. But this was different.
You could feel something unnamed inside the room lifting, loosening, being witnessed. It was as if the music created a bridge between us: women on both sides of the stage, all carrying our own stories, suddenly connected through the power of this song.
I could barely get through the final lines. My throat tightened . . .”
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