Bondage
Roll of Thunder , hear my cry
I am a Bride
Like a gazelle,like a young stag l stand on the mountains where spices grow waiting for a companion.
I am in motion,My feet in shackles ,
Inscriptions stabbed behind my back,
Clothes tattered ,tears rolling downwards
Tiny rivulets of despondency
I was naked, terrified,stripped empty
like a bowel of shame.
Each day, l feel the compoundings,
My stigma hits harf
Like a state of deflection
I was exposed to pitiless mirth from the side of the captivates .
That was my story
Held under the captivation of humiliation and fear
I could sway in either directions to find solemnity
I could sway in either directions to entangle my ropes
But the tie seemed harder
Whim...Whim...Whim
I bow in anticipation
Who will set me free?
Disbelief and Amusement ,
Were my rapid motions
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I am a Bride
Like a gazelle,like a young stag l stand on the mountains where spices grow waiting for a companion.
I am in motion,My feet in shackles ,
Inscriptions stabbed behind my back,
Clothes tattered ,tears rolling downwards
Tiny rivulets of despondency
I was naked, terrified,stripped empty
like a bowel of shame.
Each day, l feel the compoundings,
My stigma hits harf
Like a state of deflection
I was exposed to pitiless mirth from the side of the captivates .
That was my story
Held under the captivation of humiliation and fear
I could sway in either directions to find solemnity
I could sway in either directions to entangle my ropes
But the tie seemed harder
Whim...Whim...Whim
I bow in anticipation
Who will set me free?
Disbelief and Amusement ,
Were my rapid motions
© All Rights Reserved