As I lay back on the bed sheets,
he has his lips on mine; my heart beats
uncontrollably, the fire beats increasingly .
Jazz tunes we produced on every moan.
My buds can taste his heavy brandi
breath screamed out-cry for a minty.
Hiding the fear he has settled in me
but I have to comply for myself & my family.
He, thrust his penis within my pie crust
I hide the disgust & fake the enjoyable fuck,
lust is so rust I just want to lay & just...
But, I must show energy or my family is dust.
Unholy cremation will take place
fire will Isolate the body, ashes will be in a vase.
There so much at stake, quitting is not a option,
hate doing this, but I’m protecting what I love.
On this beautiful plantation land,
we don’t get lynch nor get the backhand.
No blooded knees or experience ache pain,
we taste freedom cause there’s no chains.
We can take breaks. There’s no punishment,
only have to finish the work at the same token.
Eat decent food off the masta table
with the fire of hope on a candle.
Live under the masta roof with comfy bed sheets
but while everyone is sleep, I creep &
creak the floor to his bedroom door
body sore, but he doesn’t care.
As long my voluptuous tail is in the air
& ready to be filled with semen.
I laugh at the fire that’s burning
in the kitchen table, it means nothing.
Hope? Please, it’s because of me.
As long my flower keeps getting thorned
& my stem filled with nourishment.
Keep my lips sealed and hide my mourn.
My family forever more feel the rose of happiness.
Beautiful comes with a Price.