Slave

A perspective poem I wrote for fun while riding in the car...

String me up in your neighborhood

Hang me above the roadside

Forbid your children from my contact

Make me untouchable

Why should I care?

Why should I care 

if you determine my every move?

If you make me your slave?

If you depend on my labor 

for your food, laundry, entertainment?

Why should I care if I am continually passed along

from home to home, 

lent to your neighbor or sent to a far off town?

taken for granted? 

sold as a commodity?

Why should I care if the single thing I want...

simply to fall to the ground and rest...

Is the one thing you will never let me do?

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nice allegory---could literally be a slave from the old days, but yes, the electricity idea fits so well, as would other ideas...the muse for one---no one else could touch, she could feel totally used---when we want her she is there, but then, aren't we actually slaves to the muse, ourselves?

j.

[RedHairedWarrior]

Oh that is an interesting idea as well. That is one of the fun things with poetry: playing with ideas and using vagueness and double-meanings to your purpose. Thank you for reviewing. :)

[Jacob Clifford]

The flow to this poem is very good, and I really like the concept--that of "a nonliving entity--that being electricity". It's always interesting to see how these experiemtnal pieces go.

[RedHairedWarrior]

Thank you. I like writing these kinds of pieces too. :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

I love those fun poems......I sometimes get a bit lost in "too serious" poems....

Aren't we all slaves to something? This "fun" one may be more serious than what you thought...:P

[RedHairedWarrior]

True. And I did try to write it in a way that was vague enough that it could apply to many different things. But it was "fun" because I was trying to see if I could make an impassioned plea for the equal rights of a nonliving entity--that being electricity. ;)