Hidden In Plain Sight

slave is a title of honour that You bestow upon me.
I will never feel worthy of that title…

but I will always work damn hard, without guilt, shame, or remorse, to earn it.

 ‘My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey.
Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that.

Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl.

I will be quiet for you or sing for you,

or if you are hungry, let me bring you food,

or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby,

even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch.

Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you;

anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.’