Slave

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Part 6. I Am Old Now

I am old now, and will never see my home again,
I am old now, and will never see family or friend....

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Part 5. Your Tongue

Some years have passed; I learnt your tongue,
I now know what you say.
My language almost...

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Part 4. I Bore your Child

You came to me at midnight,
You told me to obey.
You tore my rags, cast them aside,
...

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Part 3. Running Away

I saw the sadness in my people’s eyes, I saw them run away.
I saw the anger, heard their cries, I...

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Part 2. Broken Down Shed

Where do I sleep please, Mr?
Where do I lay my Head?
My body is bruised and Aching
...

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Part 1. The beginning

They say I come from Africa,

They stole me from that land.

They say I am an animal....

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Red Roses Betrayed

Red Roses Betrayed

Betrayed, by the warrior hunter, fallen to the demons tricks, the rose of death lay before me

The...

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BE MY SLAVE (HAIKU)

BE MY SLAVE

Be my eager slave
Insolence massages me
See not when you look

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Charles Taylor

Charles Taylor

Save me Lord
For I am the slave Charles Taylor
From New Orleans
A laborer
Upon...

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Cotton Lady

Cotton Lady

Her face is like leather
blackened beyond darkness.
The blazing sunlight
only brings...

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Frigid, resolute

shaken minds will govern honest hearts

and here it starts

the spiral toward the stupor of...

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My Pirate Slave

My Pirate Slave

Anchors away, the dungeon of angry slaves, and wounded hearts

Love has fallen, and souls die, and...

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Love Slain

Love Slain

Love has died in my arms, so many times

I have failed in my own destination, for I am the hero...

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Choice

I am a Slave to God
Yet a King in my choice
Submission to His Rod
Because I've been...

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Freedom's Hunger

Let me suffer in my self Governing
And run the risk of all sorts of hunger
For slavery in all...

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Poisonous

There's something climbing past the bruises,

Fngers cold as Death's own grip

Like a frigid...

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Not a Master, But a slave

Not a Master, But a slave
Not a Master, But a slave I am not the Master of anything; But, a slave of everything; Nothing is permanent,...