a single, simple verse

"For the next hour, the women took turns telling their stories, singing their song. They sang about lost time and discarded fantasies and what might have been. They sang of the men who loved them, betrayed them, raped them, embraced them; they sang of the hurt inside these men, hurt that was understood and sometimes forgiven. They showed each other their stretch marks ad the calluses on their feet; they revealed their voice, the flutter of a hand, beauty warning, ascendant, elusive. they wept over the aborted children, the murdered children, the children they once were. And through all of their songs, violent, angry, sweet, unflinching, the women danced, each of them, double-dutch, and rumba and bump and solitary waltz; sweat-breaking, heart-breaking dances. They danced until they all seemed one spirit. At the end of the play that spirit began to sing a single, simple verse:

I found god in myself
and I loved her/ I loved her fiercely"

~ Barack Obama, Dreams For My Father