I was on a date night with my Man, when a song came on that shook me to the core. My eyes immediately filled up with tears. I quickly choked them down, gobbled up the rest of my quesadilla and then sat in silence—listening intently to the words of the song “Philadelphia” by Bruce Springsteen.
I am not sure if there is a double meaning to the song, but the one that struck me, I could visualize in the face of my dear twin sister. She is a homeless, 39 year-old woman, with a tender heart, dimples and full lips. She stands 5’ 9” or more. She is much taller than me. She wears her hair natural, and was seen recently with a winter coat on during our last heat wave. She is lost in a world that does not want to admit that she exists. She is lost to her family and friends. She is lost to herself.
I am singing this song for her, recognizing who she is, so that she stays relevant in a world that no longer recognizes her.
For My Twin…Who is the Other Me…