A VOICE
I'm a voice;
The voice of a servant
Pressed in the raunchy hand of a master.
I don't want freedom,
But stay enclosed;
Writhing in the pleasurable pain.
I'm a voice;
The voice of a servant
Whose shoulders break -
Under the master's condemning luggage.
I cannot put it down;
But forge a laugh in the profusely sweating face.
I'm a voice;
The voice of a servant
That is maltreated,
Slapped on the face in the cold.
I cannot say;
But cry inside as the smile comes out.
I'm a voice;
The voice of a servant
Whose efforts are unappreciated,
Hurled at when a moment presents.
I cannot quit the service;
But put my hands over my ears,
Pretend to perceive none of the insults.
Untamed Ink