Raising your voice...

Raising your voice when no one else dared

Out of fear of rattling cages, built of lies and dread

Screaming, in the streets of the south and the global north

to expose the truth and make the responsible pay 

for 70 years of pricing children 

but never of loving them

Showing the world the face of anger and hurt that produces a system so corrupt, classist and capitalist but still ever so painted in words like child protection and humanitarian aid

Sticking your nose in the affairs of politicians and the upper class to reveal how they sold the dignity of an entire country to build and sustain child trafficking 

How did you forget that the diary always holds a blank page

Even after thousands of entries of darkness 

An opportunity to heal, letter by letter, word by word

Learning from the tough days

Their weight giving force and color to a new day 

Of course it hurts, day after day, tainted by anguish and sorrow

Months and years trapped in the traumas of a stolen childhood 

The pages become harder to turn 

Like if they weighed a ton 

Like if the story were over, like if there were no tomorrow, like if it were all done 

Now you fight and write in another place 

Maybe for another cause

But surely you’re doing it for justice and love 

Wherever your are, there is no fear of being who you are, feeling what you feeling or of your own reflection which scared so many here

Keep demonstrating in the next life for the dignity of all of mankind

Enjoy a reality without hopeless grief 

A reality made up of community and unconditional support

~Andres Pinto @tilbaketilraiz