Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2018
Your words were meant to break me
taming me so that I was easier to swallow
chaining me to you
but I refused to become a slave
to yet another master
whose eyes greedily undressed women
and hands invaded lands they had no claim to

These limbs of mine
were not made to be shackled
Written by
Ellie Grace  20/F/Aus
(20/F/Aus)   
437
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems