good friday.

you were born in the crucible
of words and deeds 
unspoken and wild
swaddled too tightly
in cloaks of secrecy
you are the taboo child

today you will walk the shards
of your shattered innocence, 
and baby girl, your feet will bleed
shackled by your truth, you tremble
but the courage to speak 
will set you free

tomorrow,
you shall be free.

and every tomorrow thereafter
you will be reborn
in the image of your choice
but promise me
please promise me
you'll never lose your voice