No longer A slave

It takes a lot to walk in these heels the struts the twists and turns the Steals... yet alone staying  focus to watch your back. DON'T go into a Alley don't take no Crap.. I mean it was a whole list of just how to get it for him... I mean you couldn't see the Shackles On My Feet or on my hands cuz yet they were invisible, but I was bought by the man. Pepper spray in my pocket pocket knife in my hand quota on my mind looking for the right man. I mean the earlier the better who wants to stay out that late.. bad enough you already getting labelled.. like some meat that you just put on a plate. I know I'm out of pocket, but I need to rest my feet for peace sake.. take these heels off rub my feet take away the pain ...every ache!... can I pray for you? Even though I was told not to talk to him no outside of that is not beneficial for his pockets sure you can pray for me and all the other girls that's walking on this street... Lord protector protector protector guide her free her take these shackles off of her feet for she is fearfully and wonderfully made in the image of God ... do you like makeup I got some lipstick if you want... yes I would love some! If you notice on the side of the lipstick there's a barcode... later on that night when my night was over with I went through my pockets and I found that lipstick and just a sure enough there was a barcode but it wasn't just a barcode it was a phone number barcode I dialed it because I'm tired of getting sold and his brainwashing he does it's really getting old... I Surrender even him I am free I am no longer a slave of men