Blood is blood

This is a picture of orphaned babies in St. Vincent’s from the New Orleans paper, 1962. Such a bizarre thing to call us orphans—our parents were alive and well, just not married to each other, thats all. The truth is that we were not orphans, but we were orphaned. Back then, unmarried women were shamed and often forced by their families into giving their babies away. I am the baby way in the back, the circled baby is my adoptive cousin, adopted at around the same time as me.

Mary Gauthier

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BLOOD IS BLOOD

(by Mary Gauthier and Crit Harmon)

Clouds are spreading like bruises on the evening sky
I walk the streets alone again tonight
It starts to rain still I search each passing face
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away

When I was a child they told me she loved me too much
She didn’t keep me ‘cause my mama loved me too much
She left without a trail she left without a trace
But blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away

I got a heart that’s ripped
I got a soul that’s torn
I got a hole in me like I was never born

Blood is thicker than water
Blood is bound by God
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know who I’m not
I don’t know my name
I can’t find my place

Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
Blood is blood and blood don’t wash away
I walk the streets alone again tonight

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