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Slave


Betrayed by one I once gave my trust

I trail behind

Covering my face from the dust

I arrive at the house, but it's not what I thought

For now I'm a slave for men

Yes, that's why I was bought

I outline with black, my eyes and my lips

And with the cloth that I have

I make myself appear to have hips

A wide variety of men and boys

They play, use, and break me like one of their toys

Bruises and scars from my feet to my neck

I flinch from the whip

As each strike leaves me a wreck

I long for my home

Miles and miles away

But the guards outside force me to stay

Sometimes, while I'm asleep in my bed

I dream my best dreams

I dream that I'm dead

But when I wake up, and in my bed I lay

I know I must go on

For I can feed my mom with my pay

A violent knock makes me jump, I'm alert

I listen closely

"They're here to save me!" I blurt

They good guys come in, and a man with a badge and a gun

Waves me forward and out the door

"Come on, girl, run!"

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