I am not your slave
My skin is brown
My blood is bleeding red
My heart is holding all my scars
No knot to tie
No noose to hang
No tree to bear me as its fruit
I'm released from its oppression
I'm saved from the torture
I'm free from that hell
Raped and stained but unafraid
Whipped and beat but unashamed
You hold no power over me for I am not your slave
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Lady D
im 19. im a girl. im silly. im weird. i dont know if what i write is poetry, but i write it all the same... thats really all there is to me.
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