Not eating, drinking, or smoking for the Will of God.
These mortal morsles seem so significant now - energy to do things.
Dry, sticky mouth.
Slight ache in the belly.
Unfulfilled desire of the lungs.
It seems my reflection is dependent on these and not my soul.
240 million malnurished children.
2% of the world is homeless.
18 million in prisons.
689 million live in extreme poverty.
What can I do, I'm one person?
What can I do, I'm one person?
What can I do, I'm one person?
Give a little more than I spend for me.
Give a little more than I spend for me.
Give a little more than I spend for me.

Who am I?
What have I done?
I don't understand this skin I'm in.
The arms and legs are scarred with varying straight lines.
The torso is wide and the knees wobble when I walk.
The feet turn in and it hurts to correct.
The thighs are to big to even fit.

Who am I?
What's been happening?
I don't understand this body I'm in.
It's always sick and the skin rips too easily.
The fingernails grow way to quickly and the eyes are too big.
The freckles are uneven and there are to many pimples to count.

Who am I?
Where have I been?
I don't understand this heart and mind I'm in.
There are dark corners and shallow hallways.
Doors stay shut and I'm rather afraid.
There's an air of sadness and anxiety now,
And I don't know why I suddenly feel so alone.
There are cracks in the wall and the foundation always quivers,
Its as if it's made of glass and paper.

This body I now occupy has obviously seen rough times
This skin has obviously been cut way to many times
And this mind and heart has been shattered and put together to many times and it's missing pieces.
But I know there is a soul somewhere inside here
Trapped in a paper wall and to malnurished to move.
So until she can be found I'll nurish her mind and heart with poetry and books so she can grow big and strong.
Maybe someday she'll be strong enough to break the wall and take her place.
Back at the thrown in the heart.
Shell finally be while again.

Creak
She froze in fear as
The floor boards beneath her feet threatened to crack
Her eyes darted from left to right
Looking to see if he was near
Before walking down the passage

She was extremely light on her feet
As though throughout her life she had nothing to eat
Her protruding ribcages confirm that
For someone who was shaking with fear
For someone who was malnurished
She seemed to be doing alright

Step
Creak
Freeze

Step
Creak
Freeze

She could see the door
The reflection of the door handle shined towards her
The light seeping through gave her too too much hope too soon

She began to sneak faster without freezing
When all of a sudden
She feels an ice cold breath on her shoulder
She froze
And that would be the last time she could freeze again

If you Freedom, is a woman
you would be marred and malnurished
like a ***** in Ajegunle
For you are the most abused of them all
used and misunderstood
like a stream begging for salvation
If you were a Bank
You would be empty and abandoned
totally broke
for you are used and abused
and wiped clean and misunderstood
Freedom should be a queen
adorned and beautiful beyond compare