I promise

To the hands that burned my soul,

I will rise from my ashes and retain my sanity, 

This death is not the end, I promise.

To the hands that cut my tongue,

Several tongues will be my voice,

This death is not the end, I promise.

To the hands that tore my clothes,

Nothing and nobody will be able to cover your crimes,

This death is not the end, I promise.

To the hands that took away my dignity,

Several hands will rise to retain it, 

This death is not the end, I promise.

To the sick mentality that chained me and broke my spinal cord,

These chains will be broken and hundreds will be my spine,

This death is not the end, I promise.

This death is not the end rather a beginning,

Beginning of revolution.

Beginning of healing.

Beginning of new tomorrow.