A New Kind of Slavery (#poem)

There’s a new kind of slavery and it has no color
But it isn’t new at all, it’s as old as the first mother
It’s been shinied up and sold as freedom, this seductress of lovers
Fighting for it, volunteering for it, defending it now until forever

It’s subtle, sneaky, and insidious
Women are the object of it
Sex on demand
Bringing home the bacon, frying it up in the pan

The pressure to succeed, the guilt if you leave
Other women raising your children as they please
No more family dinners without the cell phone on the table
Some made choices that weren’t choices at all but to undo them now they are unable

Yes, there’s a new kind of slavery
Marching down the freedom trail
It’s a deal made with the Devil
It’s a path paved to Hell

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