Be brave, young slave,
Your girly games are gone,
Rome's won!
No friends, childhood ends,
Alone,
Some brute's to own.
Your turn, cheeks burn,
Flick back your hair.
Men stare.
Displayed, afraid,
Flesh to be sold
For gold.
Undressed, breasts pressed,
Touched where you know
Men shouldn't go.
You're bare, don't dare
Complain,
Even of pain.
"Where caught?" "Up north."
"They're wild."
"Just a child –
A kid. What d’you bid?"
"Ten" "No, fifteen."
"Okay, thirteen."
"A deal. Slut, kneel!"
Wrists feel
Bonds of steel.
Now stand the brand
Burning your thigh,
Don't cry.
The man commands.
He rules.
No time for fools.
Walk quick to his stick,
Sharp goad,
Stony road.
"Whore's brat, sewer rat,
How long will you take
To break?"
On your knees to please,
Obey,
Only way.
A young captive from The Northern Forest faces a fearful future...
I not white slave girl I black servant eunuch but it was xact like I reeled when I start work harem boy 6 year ago
Thank you
that makes me feel quite humble!
Other poems I try read but English too hard but your poem v easy and make me feel like I did feel after they castrate me and I start work as harem boy
Very intense without a word too much.
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