She

Loud screams, 

Begging to claw it's way out

All we hear is

Muffled sobs and whispers

They have put her in a box

"You must not get out"

They say to her

They sing it in her ears 

Till it becomes her anthem

"I must not get out"

In the climax of her survival

She can bear it no more

"I am in a box"

Boxes are for tools,

Boxes are for object

They watch as she claws,

Scratch and bite her way out

I'm coming out!

She sings in enthusiasm,

Alas, she is out!

But she looks on with disbelief,

They have built her -

A bigger box.

She is a voice

She is a song

She is a movement

She is human 

And -

She will be heard.

She.

Written by Anwuli Roseline

©2017