Mercy
- Gia Olivia
- Apr 14, 2017
- 1 min read

She toiled for hours in those fields,
And in his bed,
She did it so her siblings would be feed,
But wished he would take a liking to his wife instead.
For asking the simplest questions,
Her back bleed,
And commandments to be humble and obedient ,
From the Bible the preachers read.
She knew in this place,
She didn't belong.
She knew no matter what they told her,
This was wrong.
Her brothers had a plot,
Sort for a better life and were all shot.
After twenty lashes a piece,
They were forgot.
There was no way this was to be real,
Captive - Everyday working for free,
Made to bore babies - Who would get this very same deal,
Sons and daughters slaves - Daughters leg spread - Worthy
But never good enough for Mercy.
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