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ENSLAVED FREEDOM

Liberty, equality, fraternity,
beautiful chimeras carved into the republican marble,
yet behind the motto, the Black Code,
the papal bull,
and the slave-trading betrayal as backbone.

Slavery, colonization,
xenophobia, negrophobia,
these are the legacies they disguise as civilizations.

Human zoos, colonial trading posts, the colonial pact,
the savage plunder wrapped in a tricolor flag.
In banana republics, tyranny is always under contract,
Françafrique and its neo-colonial military bases
feed African dictators at the service of the West.

Africa, the third world, whose misery has been planned for millennia,
this is how they name the cradle of humanity.
Under their blades, raw materials
become a procession of genocides,
and neo-colonial poaching devours heritages.

Assimilation, integration, alienation,
these three chains forged by the schools of the empire of Enlightenment.
But human dignity refuses to be sold,
the integrity and identity of courageous souls will never prostitute themselves.

Humanity and Africanity,
these two flames proclaim aloud
that the womb of oppressed peoples
shall never be reduced to the dust of servitude and submission.

What's left when there is nothing left

The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence 
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership

A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her neck
As he brutally ravages her again and again

He whips his initials onto her untouched back
As a reminder that he also owns her flesh
She had no autonomy left
Her insides felt dirty, poisoned by the white man's lack of mercy 
With every violation her grip on hope was slipping
Until she fell into a numbness unending

A shell of who she was
She was forced into a life of silence 
Held captive by the punishment of violence 
That day a lesson was taught on how to live a life on mute

Enslaved World

Enslaved World

Deleted God. Animated psychology.
I love God. I respect God. I want God.

No, no Foggy Psychology. 
Life is God. I live for God.

Soul science in my life comes from God.
I don’t want English Psychology.

I want to delete, destroy the dark psychology.
We will do it, clear the world of these poisons.

No this psychology
No this aberrations

I am a human
I am a European

Foggy Psychology
Can’t drive my life

I love
God

Drives me
God

And I
Satan

People are 
Anesthetized here

By psychology
Foggy

Enslaved
World

enslaved

blood drips down my sickly body.

blade like a brush dancing across my delicate skin.

painting a lovely picture.

a puddle of blood and tears pooling at my feet.

this is how i go.

at the command of the blade, my lover.

my enslaver.

Memories of a Slave

(Girl playing, Tibet, 2009)

Memories of a Slave

The world, at least my world, is nothing if not predictable.
There are moments however when the Sun breaks through
and a real unexpected, enlightening, light shines.
Usually this is in dreams when I begin to float or fly,
but sometimes it’s just as simple as laughing 
at the absurd twist of something someone says.
The effect though is joy, a moment of euphoria
when something is released, someone liberated.
I wonder about this 
what its evolutionary purpose is 
(rewarding innovation and novelty perhaps?),
but it strikes me as true
kindling a memory
that runs deeper than my own life, 
or place in evolution,
that this is just the joy of someone,
who has been a slave from beginningless time,
when they get a momentary glimpse 
beyond the ties that bind.

(12/13/23)

Enslaved By Demons, False Angels

Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.

Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers, 
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.

Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.

To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.

Grief Enslaved

I have not visited for a year,
oh, in truth your spirits are not here;
as E.E. Cummings wrote, "I carry you in my heart,"
here, there is a cold stone with your names now part.
You are buried, your bones decay, you are engraved;
and with deep grief-  I am forever, ever enslaved.

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July 15, 2022


Poetry/Rhyme/Grief Enslaved
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1473-702-15
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Bite Size Poems, No. 49
sponsor, Line Gauthier, Judged 07/24/2022

Third Place

Enslaved

A new king over Egypt then arose,
Joseph's esteem, no longer of record.
He said, "Behold, Israel has grown large;
They are too numerous to be ignored."

"Come now, we need to deal shrewdly with this,
Lest they increase, with our enemies band,
Before war breaks out, and we are out-manned,
Fight against us and escape from the land."

Therefore, they set taskmasters over them:
Heavy burdens were laid on their shoulders,
Forced to build stores in Pithom and Raamses,
Heavily burdened by the king's soldiers.

Oppression did not have desired effect;
The opposite, in fact, a thing quite odd:
It seems the more the king pressed down on them,
The more they multiplied and spread abroad.

And so all Egypt lived in dread of them;
Their ruthlessness 'gainst Israel increased.
As slaves, they made their lives bitter and hard;
The mortar, brick, and field work never ceased.

The king, in this, did not relinquish, waive,
And thus did Israel become a slave.

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(from Exodus 1)

Enslaved

You're the honey-sweet nectar,  
       and I'm the bumblebee. 
         You hold me captive;
caged in your mesmerizing eyes,
enslaved by your wicked charms.
         Don't ever free me!



Submitted for...
Charm Me ~Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Date written: 05/20/2021

Enslaved-

You hate me because of the color of my skin You loath me so when will The Strife disappear 
He wished me enslaved, this is how you behave 
Some 300 years ago we were a tool an animal 
Cannot articulate the hate 
Never understood nor understand definition of a man Disparity never understood masses 
Taken from their natural country 
Of his birth have no elf worth
Kidnap bartered and enslaved my ancestors were 
Kept captured raved
 Slaves


12/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr

I Am Black

I am black
Dark black in my skin
I have never thought of changing it
Or improving it in their eyes-
They that named me as a beast
They that maltreated me with their minds
They that enslaved, and hated me with all the books they know
I am still black.

I am black
Dark black is my skin
Black beauty is truly natural
They that said black is all bad
I have never hated my black skin
Mix all the colours of the rainbow
The colour you find is black
But as I was preaching black beauty
I heard my own dark black brother say,
“Black man with black sense”
Oh what a pity…
I had to cry.

Enslaved My Heart

~Enslaved My Heart~

I kiss each word I send to you
Drifting upon a morning breeze
Just know those words are true
I sent them with graceful ease
Hoping they find you with a kiss
Upon your strong chiseled face
It's just a little seductive promise
One you won't want to replace
Sent with intentions to show
a need I have, I want to give
my love to you, so you will know
my heart you have enslaved

Enslaved

Drained of every drop of pride she cups her hands in vain
As eyes seek to escape her haunting gaze.
Gaunt and pale, her spirits crushed, young mind and body slain,
Existence is one long and dreary haze.

Sometimes in her dreamlike state she sees another life
Where happiness and peace walked hand in hand,
There a young girl freely plays, no thoughts of future strife,
So many future hopes and dreams were planned.

Destined, so it seemed, to suffer countless human woes,
False hope came in angelic sweet disguise,
So now enslaved, addicted, she is helpless to abstain;
The girl who begs while inwardly she cries,

And one more grieving Mother sadly sighs
As demons recommence their evil lies.

28.08.19

'Eight word challenge contest' sponsored by Emile Pinet'

Willingly Enslaved

Lock me in a tower,
tie me to the bed.
The secrets that
you whispered,
play inside my head.

Tell me
Again,
you want me.
Show me,
HAVE NO FEAR!

Please!!
I beg....
Touch me,
More!
Like that,
Right here.....

Somewhere far away
On a moonless night,
torture me,
endlessly....
I promise,
I'll pretend to fight....

Fine is the line 
between pleasure
and pain.
Punish me
with ecstasy,
strip me of my shame....

Satisfy my dark desire.
I'm burning
deep inside...
Willing to be 
enslaved by thee,
take all you want of mine.....

Enslaved To the Rat Race

The saying goes,
“Money makes the world go round”
and yet as I step onto this adult plane
as the initiated guest that I am,
I have come to learn
how false these six words ring,
for it is not money that purports to be
the cause behind
the revolution we see,
but instead the devil we know too closely
the one we wantonly call Greed
and its want for more
need for more
be it the paper we value more than life,
or the power we strive to hold each time
lusting after what we don’t have
desiring that which is out of reach
twisting something made from purity
and it comes as no surprise
the strides some of us will allow it to go
to grasp a coveted seat
away from the many layers below
even if it means sacrificing
people along the way
bringing with it
a great deal of hurt and pain
as long as we get what we want in the end,
even if it means tarnishing
our last and only way to repent
letting go of a conscience
we no longer recognize,
until we are unable to see
through someone else’s eyes.

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