Why is She a Slave?
A mind bursting with talent, a charm that could warm the coldest heart, long smooth hair dark as a midnight sky, light brown eye as mesmerizing as star lit waters, slender in form a beauty in all respects. But who sees her potential underneath the layers of dirt and grim?
The youngest if seven, one of four daughters, she has to fight her sisters for scraps left over from their brothers plates. No chance for education and taught only to do as she is told. What chance does she have to show her worth?
The reality hits, desperation sets in.
Then he comes, a knight in shining armed, or more precisely a smooth talker with an offer of a better life.
So she leaves. Who can blame her? All she wants it to make her family proud. Prove to the world that she has something to contribute.
Little does she know that life awaiting her behind this curtain of freedom is a existence less then human. A cycle of shame that traps her in place.
Too afraid to move she remains paralyzed in an environment absent of hope. Stripped of her voice she remains hidden from an oblivious society that has inadvertently named her sentence.
Why is she a slave? Stop and ask your self that question; maybe then your’ll find the answer.
I don’t know why
I don’t know when
All I know is who I’ve been.
A bucket of rain filled to the brim.
A leaky pain exceeding the rim.
I serve a purpose to some extant;
To foster drops in their orphanage,
To soak crops with patronage.
A lass these tasks become over baring;
Life urges my heart too despairing
But in the comfort of thine sharing I Seek the Lord to equip my caring.
Good friends are a dime a dozen these days Beardo. I’m fortunate to be surrounded by some quality people right now. I’ve gone through my fair share of mates in the past, realizing that life tends to pull people apart but that’s no reason not to invest in the time you have with them. Every experience is a chance to grow and you never know what someones going to teach you.