Making Sir happy

Is this for real? According to your profile, you live in America and you are 16 years old. First of all, you are not of age for consent. I don't just mean for sex, I mean old enough to make a choice about being someone's slave. You say yourself, you are a child, and I am  sure whoever he is, he knows that. So I hope one of two things, this is a fantasy poem that has no basis in reality, or you are just pretending to be 16. If this is based on real events in your life and you really are 16, he will end up in prison and get a very harsh lesson in being someone's slave. His rules? No! Even if you are an adult, you need to live your life by your rules. Don't lose yourself in someone else's life. Life doesn't guarantee happiness, but you cannot pursue your own happiness trying to fulfill someone else's. Here is a recent poem I wrote for someone I care for very much from my perspective. "Equal Opportunity Unity" no chains or shackles could hold us any closer or bond us together stronger than the arms of a lover no whips are needed for two to become more devoted no safe words are needed to feel or be more safe than we are in each other’s arms and if it would be that such things are a need for one of us to rise in Domination over the other in ritual submission it will not be in a relation of my participation to take you as my possession or kneel in subjugation love me for what is in my heart that I share in our equality love me as deeply as two can be in unity and our souls will mate in infinite opportunity let neither lover be the owner of the other but rather each one own the love we feel for one another That will be our one true Master and Co-mmander (Written by Poetryman - JJ Johnson) 10th June 2015

It's interesting given the comments before because my immediate thought was that these were the thoughts of a new or young student ... I'm teaching a summer session right now and the incoming class is so eager to please. They compliment me on little things like my t-shirts and shoes (I wear wild colors in the summer) ... In turn I teach math lessons using water balloons, tossing raw eggs, and teaching origami ... I address one student as Madame President because she wants to be the first Mexican American woman president (side note: F#%< donald hump) ... Bottom line ... I keep them eager and wanting to achieve more ... At least that was my take on the poem