The stutter in my voice, were your hands playing with my mouth Like a needle and thread, sewing in and out, Until I was silent You thought I could not tower over your control, And told me that I could not go back, To the freedom I once called my own, Well now, the world can hear me sing Each word with a rhythm so beautiful, One which only god could turn the volume down of, I have stolen the key of the safe, In which you had kept my freedom I layed on the ground, like a bird, whose wings you had cut I heard you say I could not reach the sky, And that even the ground was too high for what I was worth, It seems you have misunderstood, as I am soaring through the sky, so high that, I’ve not only met the clouds, But I have married the sun, And given birth to a star, I grew wings, With the strength you chose to not see in me Published in Daily Times, September 26th 2018.