Brown Sugar
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I don’t want to go back to that dark place –
No, I will not go to that dark place anymore.
I had been tempted -
No, raped –
By the White Devil
And I swore I would never return.
It was dark there and I am afraid of the dark.
When your words rang across my wasteland
Of broken hearts, broken dreams, and broken homes,
I thought I was free.
I pulled against the chains
That bound and gagged me to my Master
And I tumbled out of His awe-stricken grasp
And raced.
Raced so I could be first.
Raced toward that bright light of Hope,
Toward that beautiful word.
“Emancipation”…
But the Devil still held on to my ankle.
I watched as hundreds fled before me
Bathing in that shimmering Hope,
While my own Demon held me,
Held me as the light of Hope faded from my eyes
Held me as the numbness of hopelessness settled in
Held me as I cried silent, forgotten tears,
Held me as I descended back
Back into slavery.
They were just empty words.
Now I know that my Devil is all there is
In this world and the next.
As I live, I am watched and breathed on by Satan,
And you will bet that I will meet Him thereafter.
Throughout my years, I’ve only discovered one truth;
Emancipation doesn’t mean freedom.
It means slavery without a cage.