I'm committed because I can speak.

I'm committed because they cannot.

I'm committed because of the terror that I see in their eyes.

I'm committed because it means being alive.

I'm committed because still outside somewhere, they linger. In the same places, in the same chains, in the same cages. Smelling the same wretched stench of feces and urine and feeling the same uncaring hands of people who want to hurt them. Day in and day out they wake up to darkness.

I'm committed because I wake up to sunlight.

I'm committed because I wake up.

I'm committed because in their nightmare, they don't.

I'm committed because their suffering is something I can stop.

I'm committed because they feel fear just as I do.

I'm committed simply because there is no other way to be.

I'm committed because I know the difference between right and wrong.

I'm committed because you do as well.