Slave Lady

Seconds ahead ‘til I’m gone
Million thoughts still come
Queen, what I am
Though my name says I’m none

I’ve lived a fairy tale life
Shades of white
Words came as villains to fight
But at least a name I’d sign

The ordinary slave girl
Gained respect and pride
Xica da Silva, woman, ruler
From misery a lady rises
Unconscious need for acceptance
Her rich mate could buy

Rules, I once decided were my own
Mirrors for my elite
White fancy, since a Christmas gift made up me

Rules, I once decided were my own
Formed my identity
Soul, a gentle lord bought to me
A half-bred queen,
Surrounded by a dozen
Enslaved princesses
Proudly spitting on the faces
Hypocrites let traces
On my silver wig laces
Evermore