I would like to dedicate this poem to the kidnapped Nigerian girls. They will also one day be free. They will regain their God-given freedom that should have never been taken from them in the first place. They will one day return home and soon experience the wonders of their lives. I love you girls . . .
Freedom is what I call myself . . .
In an attempt to break away from the bondage . . .
I will one day gain my emancipation.
My lips sewn together by the power of my own mind . . .
As I fight the battle created by me . . .
I also fight the battle provided to me by others.
Bystanders unknowingly and subtly contribute to my pain.
By I will soon be released . . .
Because I will escape . . .