I stood up for myself.
Will I dare betray them, they say.
Will I dare raise my hand to my master, they say.
Will I dare run away, they say.
Will I dare to become human?
Never would I see my daughter take her first steps, they say.
Never would I find the rumored land of the free, they say.
Never would I choose to betray them again, they say.
Never would I ever try to escape again, they say.
Never would I listen to them and their false promises again.
Be grateful they left me alive, they say.
Be thankful they have accepted me back into their home, they say.
“Broken” is the term they use to describe me.
Broken is a term they call many of us who have been forced to stop rebelling.
Broken is a misconception.
Broken is someone abused, bruised, cut, sliced, forced into deferral.
Broken is never a human being.
Broken is not the term to describe me – because I will rise and rise again until I reclaim the freedom that always belonged to me.