May 26, 2011
By pawprints789 BRONZE, Brighton, Michigan
pawprints789 BRONZE, Brighton, Michigan
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A slice of leather
Stained with rage
Slashes across my pale face
Leaving a burn
That will never leave
But that will always remind me of
With his brutal remarks
His twisted ways
He will never change
He will not care when he finally beats me
To the last second
Of my worthless life
I was born twelve years ago
As a slave
And will I die as nothing more
My fingers have crippled from the years
Of hauling useless material
At every command
My back is forever paralyzed
My arms and legs
Are beaten raw
And now resemble twigs
Because the lonely hours
Without nourishment
I am a slave
Nothing more
Nothing less
And I can only dream
Of the day that I finally

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