00:00I was visiting the woman's Cook County Jail. It was a Friday, and everyone's always in a better
00:17mood. A woman fans herself with a copy of her sonogram. Stenciled on the wall, it reads,
00:25It's never too late to be what you might have been. This moment to share. Rock, bottom, soul.
00:34A sister hesitates to the front of the room, singing, His eye is on the sparrow. They call
00:41her black, but her name is Burmy, a voice that never leaves you. Ancient as a newborn kicking
00:47sound in the air. All the cells shake loose. Her song rinsed and cleansed, and somehow we
00:57left a bit more defiant, ready for whatever was ahead. Though our wounds were hidden, our
01:04healing was there, bright and brilliant, for all of us to love in.
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