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Vassal

Oh master,

I have been foolish,

I had my own mind,

I spoke my own words,

I became aware of my abilities,

And I enjoyed it.

My master,

I have been faithful to you.

You showed me tolerance,

Kindness and mercy in your eyes,

You gave me all I deserve.

Again, in your eyes.

Today, I realized,

I mean nothing to you,

Just a button on your satin shirt,

To fall, to be replaced and discarded.

I am exhausted.

I have been put down enough.

I am grown now,

I can think for myself,

I can speak for myself.

I do not need observation,

No more control.

Master, you bruised me.

Scorching iron, cigars, torches,

It was my punishment.

Darkness, isolation, a crumb,

My reward.

Today I'd like to break free.

My blood, sweat and tears,

All sacrificed for your palace,

I deserve to be free.

I may be poor and fragile,

But I am my own person.

Ready to perish on my own accord.

You control me no more.

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This might seem like a hectic poem...

But it is quite simple,

The speaker hates being controlled and treated lowly at the hands of her master or just a controlling person. So she now describes how she feels and decides to let go. Despite being housed or barely fed, she believes it's better to be ruined by herself instead of a another person.

A vassal is a medieval word for a slave or servant.

I hope you enjoyed reading this poem.

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