I wish to speak
but my voice is lost
I wish to work
but my strength is taken
I wish to love
but where is tenderness needed
I am not afraid to step out
but I feel blinded and bound
unable to see and unable to move
I feel trapped in this place
with a number that will never be called
Free to walk but with a purpose unfulfilled
Keep my hope and let me hand you my life
Content to sit forever if it is your fashioning
Honne. Intinn fíor. Nia ya kweli. All different languages, yet all still the same.
Thursday, October 18, 2018
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