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.