Slavery exists.
Hidden,
It exists.
Forgotten,
It exists.
Unseen,
It exists.
But we know better than most.
We are the slaves
We are the ones in shackles,
We are the ones you call me and you
We are the ones they call servant.
We are the ones put in freak shows
Nothing wrong with us,
We are the ones you laugh at
Nothing hurt but us.
And it stings.
We are the ones you speak of
In your quiet, hushed voices,
We are the ones you push around
When you need to feel strong.
We are the slaves.
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I wrote the first bit of this a while ago, as in the first paragraph. During school, I was lonely and felt pretty bad after some girls were gossiping about me so I wrote the rest. I'm so incredibly glad I don't go to that school anymore.
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