Slave(A) Poems - Poems about Slave(A)

......The days that followed left no doubt on her master’s feelings, the love he showed to both of them left her poor mind reeling, he barely left his daughter’s side, so besotted was he, this man wh......

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... Rebel/artist/slave, a long, long, near lone life spent swimming against a bourgeois tide, he makes shore one last time, drags himself back onto the beach: a man gets too tired, the sea grows......

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...Legally Addicted Legally Addicted I'm a slave a prisoner to its sweet nectar. It calls to me like human flesh calls to Hannibal Lecter. My lips need its sweet syrup to quench their desert......

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...Lost In a Thought Who am I...a tossed thought left to ramously rot in a sea of insanity? What am I...a wondering wave a shackled slave a crumb of humanity? Where am I... drowning in......

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...“Whoa children”, sayeth the author of perspicacity. “You may choose to be one of three. A slave, a whore or a rebel. Whichever you choose will make you pious amongst your kind, but a villain to the o......

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...I had always loved that cloth called smile So pure n immaculate on a newborn It didn't make a slave a slave All I wanted was to sew for others What if my breath could birth good melody? And my......

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...I am amongst a cold, barren desert left unconquered by all who tried to seize in winter I cruelly laugh mockingly at their repeat offender failure I am as red as rust, traditions strong nature a ......

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...HUGHES (HUES) I’ll challenge you to speak of rivers For the love of Mississippi mud Purposely I’m a little outcast. My racial pride has grown from his poetic lines We pay and pick up all tha......

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...And so do I fall, and so do I fail, Falling so deeply into this destructive void, Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh. To not know what is ahead, How ......

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...From the day Our paths met And you took my heart prey My joy away you kept. Of your deceptive love. I was a slave, a bond woman My joy now you are dead. I wish I could in your death Beat, e......

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...It's pitiful how I try to hide behide this membrane I call a mask, When it attempts to hide my sadness and sorrows. I feel forgotten and taken advantage of all at the same time. Because I was bett......

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...It is God’s will that I breathe. I was a fatidic plan; thus, I Breathe; But I never gave Permission to do such. I Was never given a choice. How is it that I breathe! I burn Frankincense......

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...Her Cheekbones, smooth as pebbles Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived Weighing like soaked white carp......

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