New Slave Fears
Yesterday, I was a person
With a life, a home, a family
I had dreams and hopes
I had life plans…
Today, I am gagged and collard
Soon to be sold at auction
To an owner who will decide
Everything about me
Will I live?
Will I serve?
Will I die?
Tomorrow, I will serve in
Any way that my owner deems fit
Or I will be sold or killed
And I still…
Even now…
Want to live.
5/3/11
Form: free
Because it needs to be said: This poem features overtones of non-consensuality. I in no way condone shit like this. It's fun to write about, fantasize about, and yes, even whack off to, but it is not okay to actually *do* this to another living, breathing, feeling, thinking human being. Even if the person is not any of those things that I just listed, it's still very un-cool.
Don't be a dick.
Only take *willing* slaves.
Thanks.
This has been your PSA from Blossoming Ambitions!
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