Thursday, February 23, 2012

Sex Money Flesh

She was a slave
Sold for her flesh
To a male
Probably wealthy
To use as he wished
Her body
Beautiful though it was
Was only a cloak to wear
For her soul grieved
Her spirit was broken
Despite the outer view
To look inside would break the man
About to bring her into his home
Who thought little enough
Of humanity
To think he might own one
Of his own