by Dominique Law
Thank you for gracing me with my right to be
your cannon fodder in battles best fought by machines
I was bred to serve and I serve you still, my womb an agent of perpetual supply.
Thank you for allowing me to be the shaky pillar on which you stand. You scar and wound but I will never let you fall.
My duty is to you or whomever you decide … my lands, my pride, my strength
Thank you for loving me the only way you know how
Though my bones break
and my sinews tear
and my children weep
and my potential wanes…
Thank you, for now I will always know my place.
Because dreams are the luxuries of fools,
not slaves like me.