Black Slavery
The chains drag loosely,as I scrub this stone cold floor,I need to ask for food and water,just a little more,but my master will decide,when ive worked untill im sore..im covered in cuts and bruises,those long,deep scars,my life just feels so pointless,do not see any way out,my master always beats me without a doubt..i need a life of sunshine,a life where ill feel safe,no locked up in my masters home,with big chains upon the gate..oneday I hope to find love,be free to roam again,instead of sleeping in this corner all alone,no blankets and always dim..i dream of a giant banquet,in a hall thats paved with gold,no master to ever answer too,no more of ever being told...
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