My fair dear master.... <br />I'm writting this letter, though i know you will not read it. <br />You treat us all like we're nothing but someone to do the labor. <br />We are not human in your eyes. <br />And we cant object. <br />We just sit there dissapearing into our masks. <br />As you pretend to be sitting on a throne. <br />We cannot defy you. <br />We're left silently crying <br />All us suffering in pain. <br />Laying in our own blood. <br />Dying just for you as you walk all over us. <br />Not caring unless we stand up. <br />And fight back. <br />We only do when the whip you keep is hidden. <br />Then you tell us that you care. <br />That you do not treat us this way. <br />If you read this i know you'll laugh so hard and accuse me <br />Of lying. <br />Your whip of a thousand hurts that reflects your own <br />Black heart will find a way to get me. <br />I know that if you read this all that will be true. <br />So this may be a waste... <br />Of pen and paper and time... <br />But the fire is all that this shall meet. <br />And this is only the begining of the things i could tell... <br />If i was allowed. <br />Sincerily, <br />one of the nameless cries that fall deaf to your ears, <br />my ugly, beautiful, dumb master <br /> <br />That night the slave never left her tiny shack <br />She never moved <br />She had cried and pleaded and bled, <br />But of course it was not worth it <br />and this letter never seen again <br /> <br />Welcome to my reality <br /> <br />December 2006<br /><br />Jessie Li here<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letter-from-the-slave/
