But She Woke Now. Poem by Jacob Nambe

What a shame!
How insecure you've become.
Your weaknesses all layed bare.
Too weak to even pretend.
The slave master now a slave,
to the very tools of oppression and
the mistress who broke loose.

What to do with this manipulative wit.
Too busy mastering, you didn't notice her slip away.
Who to provoke, what to control now?
She warily approaches, with hardened intent
never again to be caught.
She's free and happy, but he sees her as different,
as changed.

If only she cried on his account once more, begged and promised to behave.
He would rest easy for the night, satisfied.
But without being her life's priority, she holds the keys.
Keys to every other night, and day if he forgets.
It's lesson time he knows, but with an ego too big to put at bay, he drowns to fearful depths.

There is a way out, but to get to the other side,
He must admit shame, remorse and defeat.
Be commonized then rejected.
So he thinks.