Into a slave, a seed is set,
From that seed, a slave you get.
From that slave you get a life,
to command, to own, or to let die.
A life for a slave, doesn’t begin,
Until she bows and begs submission.
Till with arms raised high overhead,
She gives up everything to be His.
Then, only then does she begin to see,
What it’s like to truly be free.
From beneath the weight of steel at her throat,
A girl learns to live, to love, to hope.
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You are good. This is disturbing but you do it so well.
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Regrettful
You sign your works of art as Lisa now.. you always hated that.. it saddens me deeply.
Yes, I do read your work still.
Mine.
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