It took two and a half years for me to find my voice. To know I needed to tell the story. To stop the pain from happening once more. How sometimes in life you lose because you have no choice. I needed to be heard. I knew I could find the words. Didn't want no one else to ever have to stand in my place. To feel as if they have no face. To look at the closed doors. Not human anymore. Just a number.

Walked down the hall so very proud, walking tall. Wanting to clear the air to have my say. I would speak them out loud. I would make the world care. To make the change where no one would ever know how I felt. To have no control over my life. You wielded your position like a knife. Now its my turn. I hope the world will listen and learn.

Opened the door to enter and what did I see. There were many there just like me. Wish I could say just a few. I found out I was one of thousands that already knew. How can an injustice live so long? I can tell you how. When you have no face they don't have to look at you. Your just a number not human anymore. It's not a matter if your right or wrong. To not look is how they remain so strong.

My number is very far down the line. Just another faceless number waiting in time. Frustrated angry tears fall down my cheek. You can't silence me I am going to speak. I'll leave you to go on your way. I'm just starting I am not ready to stop. If I can I will make it to the top. Just a number among many. Voices that need a say. There needs to be a change. And my voice will not be going away.