SLAVERY

A whip slashes across your arm,

All intended to do you harm,

A sturdy rope ties your two bare hands,

Taking you to a foreign land,

Death awaits those who don’t obey,

Without a break or a delay,

Pools of blood upon your face,

As the men pick up their pace,

Eyes are blinded by the mud,

With some bruises full of blood,

As they sell you off with glee,

In return for some money,

Your wife is dead and so is your kid,

From the things those people did,

Nothing left to fight for,

What was loved is no more,

Your hope is small,

As you begin to fall,

with nothing left,

except your death.

Slavery
A moral depravity
A moral degeneracy followed by intellectual degeneration
A luxury and currution among the upper classes

Slavery
A world without the fundamental human rights
Revolting cruelty from the ****** outrage to brutal ******

Slavery
World of chains
World of hard labour
World of pains sorrow and agony

Songs of joy are sang in the world seeing the end to this hideous blot
Yet slavery still exist in the modern world
Described as modern slavery

Modern slavery
A world without chains yet psychologically we are chained
World without hard labour yet we work ourselves out to survive
World with  fundamental human rights but filled with betrayal at the cause of justice

Slavery
World for the poor
World for the less privelage
World of reality

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Tracing my body with chalk as i lay upon the side walk,
Who knew being so high could make me feel so low.

If this shall be the end, thinks it best to let you know I was crying and trying but it only feels like im dying maybe im flying, flying with the angels who once tried to take me. Maybe im free, this cant be heaven, because everyday im put through hell hoping there is a plan for me. A plan that the things that tear me down will no longer be a part of me. That i will no longer want to take my own life because i am scared of me, living isnt all what its meant to be, i cant tell you how many times i was close. I cant tell you how many times i tried because i just couldnt find a meaning to my life. Its like a battle and im never winning, Ive never wanted to leave so bad in my life.