rise above

inscribed upon
the top of the kushty glass lift
the words
Slave and Master
I was thrown
a darkness..torn
from my mothers breast
clasped in chains .
on  different continents
tugging my forelock
to a cigared gent..
 beating me to a pulp
while sipping coctails
on the verandah
a technical term
for determining priority
an ancient way
I stepped in but
it didn't lift me higher