she hopes everyone has enjoyed her words thus far...

she thought long today about a poem she could share but instead would like to share a thought... as slaves we all wonder from time to time why we are what we are.. we all wonder how we got to this point in our lives.. those born into slavery know no other life but those who were captured were once Free... were taken from their homes.. still wonder and try to find the answers inside..

one of dawn's sisters sent her a poem she would like to share.. one that that hit home in this one's heart... but first she would like to share a thought ...her feelings when she first looked into the eyes of her Master.....

dawn is looking for songs pertaining to slavery for a project she would like to do... just lyrics please *s* f you have any please send to... dawnpk@gorchat.com..... now please sit back and enjoy...

Like many shards of glass into tiny millions of razor sharp pieces my world fell..... my very countenance suggested aloofness, haughtiness... the tilt of my head, the way my lips parted into an icy sneer... the glassy empty look in my eyes.. his was my resolve... my strength.

I had built a wall of granite around my heart.... caged in my soul... the waves of frost rose from my breath... I was a barren wasteland... I felt nothing, needed nothing and counted only on Myself............. until.......

Until those eyes.... that intense unwavering stare.. t he dark gaze that lifted and peeled back the layers of stormclouds in my eyes... shattered the stone wall encircling my heart.. and clutched its beating, fluttering lifeblood in its warm embrace.., unlocked the cage and peered deep into the very darkest and shutaway corners of my soul.. and saw the woman within... brought forth a complete rage of burning desire that melted the icy glaze covering my body... until I rose again from the ashes like the mighty phoenix... it consumed me..... this flame...... the flickering primeval dawning of my existence... thousands of inbred files of knowledge destroyed the implanted, brainwashed ideas.... heat licked against my skin...... creating a feverish glow.... my belly was alive and burning with wants... needs and an ache..... the ache to serve..... I was bound to Him... forever... His... my binding simple yet utterly profound..... woman... slave..... la kajira....

How marvelous are the Gorean women,I thought. And I thought then too, sadly, of the women of Earth, so many of them so confused, so miserable, so unhappy, women not knowing what they were, or what they might be, women trapped in a maze of ultimately barren artifices, women subjected to inconsistent directives and standards,women subjected to social coercions, women subjected to anitbiological constraints, women forced to deny themselves and their depth natures in the name of freedom, women trying to be men,not knowing how to be women,women torturing themselves and others with their confusions, their fustrations. But I do not blame them for they were victims of pathological conditioning programs.Any beautiful, natural creature can be clipped and cut, and framed into monstrous shapes, torn from nature... (Magicians of Gor, pgs 54-55)