Hostage-held in your arms, sweet captor. 
I feel the sadism controlled in your skin 
like potential energy -  it breathes chills, 
shivers and gooseflesh into me 
from the grope of your grasp 
on my vulnerable flesh.  
Idle and restless, I writhe, 
bratting and begging for your 
strength to be my guide, 
a demented doctor in the dark, 
a cruel master walking me
 - hooded - 
to the auction block

Let me hear how much the world
thinks I'm worth; let me hear the bids, 
the war of greed, in voices vacant 
but full of fire, needing me. 

I’m a sacrificial lamb 
fleece me frail 
test my endurance 
until I fail and crumble 
at your feet, 
my voice a trembling bleat of defeat.

I surrender to Your Sovereignty, My Sadist, 
you sold me, you hold me, 
to see what grows bold within me. 
Would you ever have thought
that it would be my Submission
that is the strongest stalk in this
garden you’ve outlined in chalk?

You walk and pace, traversing these boundaries of race, 
putting me in a place that would make others 
simmer in shame and curdle, feeling abased. 

But I need my identity erased. 
Identities that were put upon me 
erased and washed clean 
so that only then will I and my truth be seen.  
As I rise and take my place at your side, as your Queen.