Slaveowners Stories

With all this turmoil going on with blacks surviving in america and in this cold world today's time. I give you a poem I wrote called "New Slavery". Talking about materialism as the new "slave masters" of America home of the free and the land of the brave. Hope this poem touch you as it did me writing it. Enjoy

Living in a world of slavery is enough but what happens to this young girl in her teen years is even worse I live in a massive city of slavery my slave owner is horrible to me he only feeds me once a week I am seriously under weight and on the verge of being anorexic but of course he doesn't care in the slightest I'm pretty sure for all he cares I could be dead but he just doesn't want me in the hands of another slave owner .he's extremely greedy there are hundreds of us that live in his big mansion we live in horrible conditions and I have to share a room with ten other 19 year old girls we are really scared of our master . Master well that's what we call him that's what we were always told to call him never anything different .

Roaming the desert was not my rule in the book, I was escaping from slave traitors, they wanted me to do things that I respectfully didn't like. So with a bag full of water canisters, walking in the desert where I came across someone's body. He was laying there when it sure was a hot day, good thing that I didn't wear too many layers of clothing, only some skin leggings shorts and a crop top, and a skirt. Then suddenly a sandstorm started to broom in from nowhere when I was holding the man close to me. Suddenly that was when I heard it. Tuskens. They were here. They were the ones that took me in for a slave. Harsh it was, they never found me after the many attempts of me trying to get free and run away. My water canisters were talking from me and I was tied with the male who was awaking from them. My name was Luna Marlowe. and I was a woman who was beautiful and many talents basically. when i was young. i used to he a dancer. singer. And a great woman with personality. But what do I do know until a man comes into my life. whom I saved. I started to like him. And then a woman comes into my life as well. I just felt warm between her and him. what was happening to me. did I like both. can I have both without hurting them. maybe this was faith for me. To be loved without having the heart of betrayal and lost. Now it was my time for the journey to come alive. (Read to Find out.) (Boba Fett x Fem Oc x Fennec Shandi) (Love and Vote. Thank you)