Being A Slave Poem by Natasha McGee

To know the fear of a master
To know the wihip in hand
To feel the lashes coming
Not able to stand
U hear your heart beating
waiting for the abuse to stop
U never deserve the beating
Even though your Master talk
To have the whip in hand
To feel the lashes come
Not able to stand
While the other slaves look on
Not knowing what to do
They see the wrong take place
They've taking the beatings too
Same pain upon their face
Your back is burning
And the burning won't surpass
The blood is dripping downward
As you look in the Master's eyes
Being a slave is brutal
U sleep on wooden floors
The salt won't ease the pain
And you want to even the score
Next day Master comes
With the whip in hand
To feel the lashes coming
Not knowing where to stand
The other slaves get whipped
Not knowing what to do
It becomes a ritual
With every task they do
The free will is broken
From the lashes on there back
Not saying much to noone
Not knowing how to act
The mentaility has shifted
Because the whips in hand
The self-esteem is low
And they refuse to take a stand
A slave has to speak
And try to stand the ground
The willingness to speak up
Has taken over the sound
I say ur rig here
On the Master's land
You know what tomorrow brings
The Master's whip in hand
So some make a way
Tell others they need to go
U'll never get to freedom
If you stay and they know
Do u want the Master's whip
And not be able to stand
U cry for mercy
To God, if you can
Being a slave
And not being able to stand
Knowing the lashes coming
From the Master's black hand
Knowing the lashes coming
From the Master's black hand
A slave has to fight for freedom
No matter what it takes
The whipping will go on
The slaves mentality at stake
To know the fear of the Master
To know the whip in hand
To feel the lashes coming
Not able to take a stand
Make a way to freedom
It what I thought to do
The whips will be no more
The Master will be through
The journey will be tough
At night is the time to move
Daylight brings trouble
One wrong step and I'm through
To know the fear of the Master
To know the whip in hand
To feel the lashes coming
Not able to take a stand
Cross the line of freedom
Not able to take a stand
Knowing the whipping is over
And not in the Master's black hands
And not in the Master's black hands
That's enough to say
Amen!