Slave Girls

I was once told massa be diddling his slave girls…umm hmmm I was once told mistress be knowin and takes her anger out on the same…umm hmmm They say he appear in the quiet of night lantern alight Where the only sound is the shuffling gait of his drunken steps and the heavy breath of anticipation He reaches out to her roughly the shame of his desire drowned in bourbon/wine Nearly dragging her to the bed of his design…outside some tree stump or clump of fresh spring leaves There is no ease to his approach…no warmth to his touch Just a desire as animalistic as the beast beneath him And yet her beauty beckons him…her dark skin calls to him as some unholy siren Whose song of pain is drowned out by the erotic exotic for which he lusts And my oh my doth he lust…by day awake beneath a weight that almost crushes So that at nightfall straight from the bosom of his wife This coward seeks to devour to appease his monstrous appetites For it is not sin…a man does as he will with his property Her flesh and blood body…his property Her tear strewn face and muffled groans…property Her thick lips and dark eyes…property Her breasts where once her young child suckled…property The blessed womb of creation…property He is taken with her and therefore takes There is no dignity or glory to be had in this field For what he feels he is…his barbarism illustrates he as the beast He without civility taken by his primal instincts Tell me slave girl what do you hear beyond his throaty groans of something less than pleasure What do you see beyond the glazed eyes of a man turned something far worse And what do you feel besides the thrust of his perverted affections Tell me young slave girl… And she told me it is her body to do with as she please… No longer does massa own her as property…oh no Now he must pay to play…a better life is within reach Her ticket to the finer things is between her knees And they pay…as if it held salvation…what must I do to be saved Life of luxury nice cars 5 star restaurants top shelf only at bars Exotic locales for weekend getaways where her body is the star The greatest and most private refuge auctioned off to the highest bidder I was once told massa be diddling his slave girls No whips no chains no more…new whips diamonds and other shiny thangs so He came again and again…. I ask a friend of mine what do you hear beyond the beeps and swipes of his credit card What do you see beyond the high end fashion and 6 figure vehicle And what do you feel beyond the substances you use to get through this ordeal And with assurance and almost dignified a voice She said those slave girls ain’t die for me to do better they died for me to have the choice