A slave girl's most prized possession is stolen
What she desired to save for the person of her choosing was brutally snatched away.
This villanelle reflects how female slaves were often violated. They did not have the right to chose who to lose their virginity to. Many times it was taken by slave masters.
The pre-teen girl shed bitter tears
As "Massa" kept her in his gaze
Soon she would realize her worst fears
Stripped of what she held dear
Locked in a deadly maze
As he whispered in her ear
She was living out her worst fears
It seemed she was surrounded by haze
As his animal grunts, she could hear
He ignored her bitter tears
With lust, he seemed half-crazed
Having stolen what she held dear
She knew his climax was near
As he kept her in his gaze
Holding her close, he reeked of beer
Laughing at her bitter tears
Semen released his body he raised
It was worse than she had feared
Nothing was left that she could hold dear
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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An absolutely haunting villanelle that NEEDED to be written and grateful beyond measure that you wrote it, Cheryl. When experiences entrench at a deep level, it's difficult for me to verbalise/write. This would be a case in point. So many of our Ancestors still cry out for justice from the grave for the horrors they suffered in obscurity. They live through our eyes, move through our feet, create through our hands, and we...we will never forget.