How a Slave Feels
“Silence” he commanded
As he slapped my frozen face
I need a meal for my stomach
I have not eaten in days
Or perhaps it has been longer
For truly I cannot tell
I feel like a prisoner
Used for my body and nothing else
I need a sip of water
I’m dying for a drink
I’m not sure how much longer I can go for
I think I’m reaching my brink
God please grant me rest
I think I need that the most
Cause being used for your body
Tires your spirit and your soul
And if I do not make it
My wish is this to You
That every evil man like this
Dies in hell for all they do
My hands are frozen solid
My cherry not so much
Cause when it’s used and used
and used again
It becomes hot to the touch
“Silence” he commanded
As he slapped my frozen face
I’ve no will left inside
So I let this be my place