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My Christian Heart
They pointed their fingers...that's what people do... ...      they point their fingers...without ever trying on your shoes. They pointed their fingers at her...she walked  with perfect posture...there is no cost...they do not charge even a nickel for form in your stride... ...     I know because if it cost a dime...she didn't have  a spare one of those...she worked hard at her job...when she gave up her child...they...you know they. It was all explained in the sixties when someone asked "who are THEY anyways?" ...      When she gave up her child...they pointed their fingers at her... they talked in little huddles...spoke poorly...of her,  without ever trying on her shoes. ...     every second Friday she would line up for her wages...meager as they were...it had to be divided...a faithful daughter's burden, sending money home...home is an ocean away...home was never a home at all. ...      No one asked me about her pain...they didn't care...they were too busy pointing...she didn't hurt because she was hungry...not because she had nothing, I told you, her posture was perfect... she always held her head high. ...     I wished someone would of asked me...asked me  why she gave up her child...she told me... ...she gave up her child because she could no longer... she could no longer bear...bear to hear her child cry from hunger. 30/09/2014
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