A Flogging

Those who are owned gather 'round.
My hands are tied with rope.
My shirt is ripped off of me.
My family has to watch this.
With a swing of my owners whip,
skin is scraped from my back.
Again
Again
Cries
Again
I look at my daughters frightened eyes,
her face is wet.
Again, again, AGAIN!
An hour goes by with no mercy from my owner.
I pray death unties this rope.
Again!

Author's Note

It's not my usual style so don't hold back on your critique.

Reviews

[A*Meadows]

*Tear*. I don't think anything bad can be said about this piece. I believe that this is where writers should write from (If this applies to you or this poem), that place of realness, truth, pain, raw emotion (whatever the emotion maybe). I can see(vision) this and even feel this. Keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad poem. Slavery and abuse of another is wrong. Your words create a sad vision. People don't realized the gift of freedom is so important. Many people fought and died for all people to be free. When death is your freedom. We have reached the end of hope. A powerful poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Sasha]

Wow this is so emotional and great stuff.