Slave me

A poem about a slave

Slave Me
So, so many ways,
To describe, describe me.
I’m your warrior.
I’m the one who did this and that.
Give me some freedom,
Give me some slack.
My hands are reaching up in the sky.
I feel the clouds and the sun.
The sun doesn’t burn me.
I’m a warrior.
Your hatefulness doesn’t hurt me.
I’m just in peril and pain.
It’s not, no game.
I know, I saw my brothers and sisters.
How cruel they were to you,
That’s why your gone.
I’m not gone.
I wish I were….
but I’m in chains