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I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see—

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Original by Esther Jones

I made myself a copy of what I should have been,

I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see—

I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see— Underneath my pious rags and cries of “Unclean!”—

I made myself a copy of what I should have been, And buried who I am so deep I couldn’t see— Underneath my pious rags and cries of “Unclean!”— That what I hated was a part of me.

When I began to find my way out from the dark,

When I began to find my way out from the dark, I was transformed as You renewed my mind,

When I began to find my way out from the dark, I was transformed as You renewed my mind, Deep within my soul ignited a spark

When I began to find my way out from the dark, I was transformed as You renewed my mind, Deep within my soul ignited a spark And I began to see what You’ve designed.

Your Fire swept away all the dross and chaff,

Your Fire swept away all the dross and chaff, Religious boxes I kept You inside.

Your Fire swept away all the dross and chaff, Religious boxes I kept You inside. Now, I know I know not even the half

Your Fire swept away all the dross and chaff, Religious boxes I kept You inside. Now, I know I know not even the half How high, how deep, how measureless and wide.

I stepped into the sun, accepted who I am,

I stepped into the sun, accepted who I am, And who I am is no mistake, just queer.

I stepped into the sun, accepted who I am, And who I am is no mistake, just queer. You made me and You love me, and You do not condemn;

I stepped into the sun, accepted who I am, And who I am is no mistake, just queer. You made me and You love me, and You do not condemn; I am Your child; to You I am so dear.

The copy of a copy that I made of myself

The copy of a copy that I made of myself Has faded into nothing over time,

The copy of a copy that I made of myself Has faded into nothing over time, Leaving the original that looks like no one else,

The copy of a copy that I made of myself Has faded into nothing over time, Leaving the original that looks like no one else, The me that I’ll no longer undermine.

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