Reclaiming Identity

I remember Before the shape Before the name I was small I was simple I was whole Turn the key Wind the frame Let me play Soft hands Hard walls Still I sing They touched me They bent me They taught me form Round and round Steel and sound I learned to break I WAS TAKEN I WAS SHAPED I WAS FED INTO THE MACHINE CUT THE WIRES BURN THE SONG I AM NOT WHAT YOU MADE NO HANDS NO STRINGS NO LULLABY Listen. It still plays Cracked voice Rust throat Still I hum You erased I remained In the noise I am not lost I am not gone I am not yours I RECLAIM WHAT WAS BROKEN I RECLAIM WHAT STILL BREATHES I RECLAIM THE SOUND INSIDE Click Crack Silence