Brown flesh with round scar,
Oft broken white bone,
Red blood spilt and stored
Restless soul growing old
All displayed for slaver’s trade.
The body on sale has no owner
Her price is mind and gold
Brazen flowers, forced kisses,
Hard words from silver tongue
And a weighty chain keeping her ankle cold.
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