"If you hear someone screaming, I am.
I, and the child inside me.
Here we are standing hand in hand, and call.
You.
She with her braids. I with my big shoes.
We have not surrendered.
When they hear us, the birds are raised
trees. Restless. Scared.
Or simply dance to the sound of our voices.
The years have made it my hoarse voice,
but you're still unable to hear me.
I'm Frankie.
I'm fourteen.
And I've a dream."