ChainedA Poem by BerthaIf you'll be a slave for life, atleast you can choose your master for life.
I just wanted to be free but he chained me down
Could not believe one fond of the word freedom now wanted me down. It was okay breaking rules and he helped me all the time The difference now is, "these are made by him. " I never knew his gentle lips could hold a terrifying grin His sweet compliments, he showered me all the time Now he spur's swords and acid Is it not this same face you used to adore? Now you have me in chains. © 2019 BerthaAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on January 11, 2019 Last Updated on January 11, 2019 AuthorBerthaBlantyre, Limbe, MalawiAboutI am a girl aged 21. I am from Malawi. Currently doing accounting at Malawi Adventist University, in my third year. I am one person whose interested in kids and people. more..Writing
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