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Freeing the Magdalenes

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I dream of them, the nameless women.
Young and old, condemned and broken.

I dream of the simple women
The poor women
The women who could not hide.

I dream of mothers who do not
Know the faces of their babies.

I dream of women harmed as I was harmed
And then cast away in blame.

I dream of splintering the doors
And defying the Sisters with my words
My ringing words.

I dream of running through stone halls
Shouting
Giving names back to the women.

I dream of playing Moses
Leading the fallen women out
Freeing them from false shame.

I dream that we leave that place
Laughing, a living tide of women
Running for the low sweet hills.

I dream of tears, of joyful faces.
Their clambering words
And we plan to free the others, the children.

I dream of sad women made hopeful.

I dream of justice.

I dream of freeing the Magdalenes.
The poem is mine, the shame is Ireland's.
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Unfortunately, this is all too true.