Friday 11 December 2015

Beautiful Slave









i don’t know where i am
they’ve taken all that i had
smuggled in for a lucrative trade
beaten, bartered
broken in, until i obey
i used to be childlike
innocent and safe
now i’m someone else's treasure
a strangers pleasure
smothered in shame
succumbed with drugs
but I’m not numb
all I feel is pain
is this all a dream
will i ever be the same?

can anyone hear me?
will anyone break these chains?
who will free me?
from this dark place?
does God see me?
what is His name?
will He help me?
i’m just a beautiful slave

my worst fear is my fate
i’m getting older each day
every girl too old in years
mysteriously just disappears
they never mention her name
they take away piece by piece
i don’t think i have any left
i’ve slowly given up all hope
given in to this sleepless bed
inside these bars
i feel so seared
by each new face
how could this ever be
every memory be erased?









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