slave trade

Steve Pearson Poetry

bought
owned
sold
leading life
like a flower chained to the bars
a seed sewn
grown for slavery
nothing your own
even life
child
wife
breathing
like receiving stolen goods
living
like losing blood
bought
owned
sold
like grains of gold
or a handshake sweetener
between the
owners of souls
a balance sheet line
young or old
bought
owned
sold
nothing your own
even life
child
wife
chattel all
like drops of water
in a waterfall

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