Tasia is back.: The Slave of 2011

Physical Chains- The Slave of 1866

Hot Georgia summer 1866
Sometimes I wish that I didn't exist
Im 16 years old and I am a slave

Entirely too young to be filled with such hate

My mother was hung when I was just 3

My fathers alive, but he doesn't know me

He was sold to a man on the day of my birth

A fatherless slave girl, doomed to this curse

Over the next 13 years, Ill be beaten and raped

My friends will be killed when they try to escape

I'll be pregnant 4 times, but the babies weren't mine

They belonged to my master, I hate him, that bastard

My entire young life has been filled with such sorrow

At times all I wished was there was no tomorrow

And just when I thought that things couldnt get worse

They made an announcement, "No more nigger church!"

That was the reason we woke in the morning

Now there was nothing but weeping and mourning

But then one day as I rose out of bed

I thought that I heard the unthinkable said

I couldnt be sure so I asked just in case

"The 13th Amendment freed us slaves!"

We jumped up and down as happy as could be

But things weren't as happy as everyone seemed

As soon as it came, my smile faded away

A horrifying thought had just passed my way

Now that I'm free what the hell will I do?

That blasted amendment, it should have been proofed

Our incompetent congress can't think as it should

We're free but we're lost so what was the good?

I now need a job, a home and a life

Misery.

Strife.

Mental Chains- The Slave of 2010

Hot Georgia summer 2011
I've lived a life of lies and deception

I'm 16 years old and I'm a BAD BITCH
I got weave down my back, I got ass, I got tits

One thing on my mind- Im tryna get rich

My moms been on drugs since I was like 3

My fathers alive but he doesn't know me

He was shipped off to prison the day of my birth

No letters, no calls to show what I'm worth

Over the next 16 years I'll be traded for drugs

This life chose me so try not to judge

Got pregnant a few times but the babies arent here

I aborted those bastards out of worry and fear

When I turned 13, I learned the game

I ran away from home and did my own thing

I sprouted a body and here came the men

I was so empty inside that I let them all in

Now I'll do whatever if its for the right price

What you want me to do for some clothes and some ice?

I finally did it, I was finally fly, no more being broke

All the designer clothes I can get, all the weed I can smoke

And just when I thought that things couldnt get better

A Benz pulls up, flashing bankrolls of cheddar

I walk up to the window, looking good, smelling nice

"I will do whatever if its for the right price."

Then came the sirens, gotdamn its the vice

In the back of the patrol car, I look back on my life

Misery.

Strife.