You kept me chained,
That collar, and that rein,
You made me parade
Around your terrain,
Wiped my conscience,
Stripped my ego,
Rode my back,
When I yelled
And prayed.
A man, skinned,
Tagged and marked,
A slave
With a slit mouth.
Carrying
That gruesome grin.
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Intense and oh so powerful!! It's like a defiant plea.. an unheard voice... a quivering protest!
Very well written, Shreya!!
Thanks for linking this fine poem at poetry potluck.. we are really honored!
Thanx a lot Kavita :)
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Upal wrote: "That man........metaphor of Time....off all-Time....chained deterministically.....or out of will....absurdist poem? Waiting for God's call for the prayer....well written...!"
so demeaning... A superb write! :)
Piercing write...gripping and precise.
Oh wow! Your words, the way you chose and knitted them together, very deep and intense. I love, love, love this. Thank you for sharing it.
superb composition.
Thanks for sharing,
a nice write...
btw... i was trying to read between the lines... and it turns out there were a few "good" points of the captivation that the man has learned...
a good conscience, and "zero" ego...
just a thought...
Slavery takes many forms...
what a powerful one, well done.
the image adds credit to your words.
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we love your talent.
xoxox
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