My skin was white
And eyes were bright
I had value in the market
And they made me into a prostitute
My little dreams and needs
Were either burned alive or strangled
Masters chained my little horses
Starved them for no reasons
In striking silences I conceived
Bastards, and fed them with blood
I want them to spit venom
And feed on the raw meat of man
mashoodkk
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