Modern slavery in comfort.

I walked to the store.  I am a slave.
I idled in the rows of shelves. I am a slave.
I brought out my debit card.  I am a slave.
I purchased food for my children.  I am a slave.
A man gawked at me in the street and I hurried away.  I am a slave.
I saw myself in a store window, a woman.  I am a slave.
I depend on my husband's income,  and the monthly payment from our Lord and masters.
I am a slave.
One day,  these shackles will fall.