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The Master Cycle

Like a gorilla to his chest you reign down on me Releasing your pain down on me. The days of the slave are not of past Because I feel the whip in every punch you cast. I do not leave for I fear You have made your threat very clear. I must obey, I must not defy simply, I must not speak my mind. For if I think you will surely see, The hatred you hold is not for me. You can pretend I have no clue Of the darkness that lurks inside of you. Deep within a stunted seed, So malnourished it seeks to feed Upon me you prey, not for I am weak But because an honest word is all I speak. You find me a opponent to be taught So you spin a web of lies in which I will be caught. You unleash your demon who awaits his favorite game Of violently ravishing my body and slandering my name. A sad reality that I often face, You see, you are the type to try to bend that which cannot break. Deep in heart, I pity your boyish ways. I pray for the day into a man you will change. Until then you use me bare and will move on to find another as if I was never there. You do not feel guilt nor shame, The master of his favorite game. Except, you lose each time I heal Because foolish boy, that is the difference between fake and real.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Date: 5/27/2016 8:05:00 AM
A very powerful write Isabelle. Domination exposed and refuted masterfully. ...Fran
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Date: 3/9/2017 12:45:00 PM
Thank you Fran, I appreciate that :)
Date: 5/15/2016 1:32:00 PM
Powerful piece. Those who dislike themselves often hurt others.
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