Last night my dreams were of her-the one who is still enslaved.
It was her and me, we were together in solidarity.
We talked of him, of our similar scars and the hatred we carry within.
Together we planned to take him down, to see him brought to account for what he did.
The satisfaction I felt and the strength from her, was still with me when I woke
until morning approached, reality dawned and once again I was forced to face the truth,
that justice for me, for her and for them, exists only in our dreams.