My Life As a slave
I am always afraid,
Always looking over my shoulder.
My master hates me.
Tormenting me at his whim,
I always wonder
Who he will hurt next.
I hope it’s not me.
I’m so sick of it being me.
I try to escape, try to hide.
But he always knows how to find.
I always dream of freedom.
Freedom is elusive to me.
Or perhaps an illusion.At every turn, it evades.
I have no hope.
My master imprisons me.
He steals from me at every turn.
He would have destitute
Alone, shackled to a nightmare.
He robs me of life, he leaves me regret.
My master is a sin, and my master hates me.
I hate him, almost as much as I hate myself.
But payment is being made.
Another master beckons me.
I am free to follow,
Free to obey, free to be his slave.
Free to leave one master
And be shackled by another.
A true freedom I have pure illusion.
There is no escape.
I will always have a master.
The tears came out of my eyes once again.
He has paid for me now.
I have been purchased.
That means it's time for me to get working.
Stuff those days were not easy.
All I could feel is the pain that was burning in my soli.
I would think of
My family
If they were
Alive or if they were in dead
Laying heavenly in heaven.
Every time I got depressed hearing all those questions that are causing me stress
Making me want to be dead.
There is no time to breathe no time to play.
If I do I will feel the cold metal and belt go straight through my back.I feel like I don't want to be alive.What's the point of being alive if you're not going to have an enjoyable life?
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This pretty much sums how slaves must've felt in a nice, neat and tidy nutshell, Nisrine.
Having never been a slave however, I'm afraid I can't say for certain and thankfully so.
Mankind was not meant to be enslaved by those more powerful than they are. Slavery is a dark blotch on our world's otherwise storied history. From the Pharaohs of the Egyptian Empire in Moses day, to the more modernized war between the States, slavery has been a tradition from one cultural generation to the next.
So sad...
Nice writing,
~Dean Kuch ☮️
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Thank you very much and for the support and welcoming tried my really best in this poem I have been learning about this and people who were wounded and scar during Journey of learning.
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