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FIRST FOR EVERYTHING By Meredith Z. Avakian I wanted to laugh I wanted to cry I did cry But I wanted to laugh Still, tears streamed... ...uncontrollably for a second But then I chuckled My first Armenian Church service So emotional Didn't have to understand the words to feel the energy... The sadness... The mourning... The tears Then, the attire caused a smirk The cloaks, the hoods, the collars It's really quite comical if you're not used to it The giggles Foreign among foreigners `I feel like I stand out' But they looked like me Still, I was not one Not then For as long as they chant, I will laugh And as long as the incense burns, I will cry Giggles and tears My first Armenian Church service Certainly won't be my last -- Corporate communicator by day and performance poet by night... if there's one thing to say about Meredith Z. Avakian, it's that she loves words. Author of `Propaganda Begins with PR: Poetry for the Soul,' Avakian typically writes free-verse spoken word poetry inspired by real-life experiences and emotions. Some of her poetry has been published in the Armenian Mirror-Spectator, the Armenian Poetry Project and The Literary Groong. For more information, visit http://www.mzapoetry.com/