We were held captive
It was inscripted in our very being
That we are weak and can't be free
Serve your masters!!!
Don't make your voices heard
Swallow your grieve ,they say
Making us humble ourselves
Our voices never heard
Our pain never seen
Now ,a shadow of our old self
Sculptured to one they are pleased with
Losing ourselves slowly
Only to become someone to serve them
Oh what pain that we have lost ourselves
Never the same again




© Llyn writes