Sometimes, just sometimes, I think
I was born to be someone’s
Lover.
Not a Slave who’s forced to work
against his will for no pay. Not a Slave
who’s seen as an inferior race,
and feared for his superior traits.
A Slave out of being born free to choose
his own shackles and chains. A Slave
out of being taught how to break a lock
and yet never breaking free
without first unleashing the hounds
that will track him down,
and bite his brain
whenever he tries to be his own Master.
