Attempting to unlock the door
(Please I just want to leave)
Hearing footsteps approaching quickly
(Please I want to go home)
Turning the lock frantically hoping to hear the sound of freedom
(Please let me escape)
Strong hands over mine slamming the door shut
(Please why is this happening??)
Heavy breathing near my face
(Please you don't have to do this!)
Pulling while I resist to step forward
(Please no! I'm begging you!)
Tears streaming down my face
(Please let me go!)
My body stiff as a board
(Please let me wake up from this nightmare)
My attempts to scream muffled with ibis hands over my face
(Please does anyone hear me!?)
I will never be the same
(Please I kept repeating)
I'll never understand why me
The word "please" now has a new meaning to me

- Rebecca Iris Santana 

Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.