YOUR WIFE IS NOT YOUR SLAVE
By: Lee A. Zito
Late at night I wake up terrified
of the darkness the absolute silence
It makes me wish I could have stayed asleep
Safe and sound in my utter subconscious
The sun comes tabu and Im still alive
gotta live this life as someone elses wife
get hitched with to my jailors, Married to my hell
Im locked and kept away in this desolate cell
I was a person, I was a girl
I had a future, a happy disposition
what am I promptly? Who is this face?
I guess Ill never know birth now its too late
Im a captive
Held in bondage
enslaved to follow their demands
Im a captive
Held and confined
enslaved at the favor of their hands
What was my bride price? Real cheap.
I meant to sow and now theres nothing here to reap
The house, the kids, his suit and tie
This is how it is until the day I die
Am I the guilty one? No one knows
I do were the words that sealed my fate
Mistakes theyre all around
yelling in my ear, yelling in my ear
Im a captive
Held in bondage
enslaved to follow their demands
Im a captive
Held and confined
enslaved at the mercy of their hands
i exchangeable the first person view, gives a more effect, like if its coming from the actually person, sober job.
This is perhaps your best poem. It was really powerful and spoke to me. It is amazing how penetrative emotion, and the whole blank space can be captured in so few words.
I wouldnt change this poem at all. It is perfect. It sounds so real.
This is an excellent segment of work! It really hit home for me and I was truly moved by it. You did a wonderful job!
Oh this was apparently great! Your expression, metaphors, emotions. They were all fantastic and well portrayed. Very good job.
Youve done an awesome job writing this poem! It was an intense and creative poem that basically left me speechless. Well do!
I enjoyed reading this poem. It is very intense and really captures the audience. I also, musical composition reading it could imagine it as being song lyrics. A very good piece.
I can feel the emotions of the poem an did was scripted vin such a manner that I felt as though I was the enslaved wife. Well Done.
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