We Matter

My heart pours, my soul cries, and my being cannot contain.

When did we become disconnected?

We ache bruised, battered, beaten and broken.

We step into a world where the lack of humanity is justified, where the bird will never sing because it is caged before it is ever hatched.

It is not just my life, it is not just A life, it is our life.

We want to breathe again.