Slave's TruthThe simple slave The elaborate master Together they are.Slave's Truth
She is young, perhaps eight or nine Hair falling around her face Head bent in shattered submission Chains around her neck on a collar Shackles on her wrists and left ankle She sits there, chest heaving with sobs Marks on her back caused by his whip She was bad
I am her. Blood is on my back My wrists ache from the chains My throat screams for water My stomach rumbles for food But I was bad. I didn't listen and I am being punished. Master told me I was bad So I a
