Our Life

OUR LIFE The word That word, you know what it is. The word that you call us that describes us like were a pig You work us from dusk to dawn, you know that you are healthy so pick your own lawn. You call us dumb, but don’t allow us to read. You close your schools from us and say “you’re a flea”. You whip us and beat us and call us things. You hit us so hard that we want to fly away like we have wings. You sit there and beat us until we might die, Then you just sit there, just there with that evil glare in your eye. We don’t even get extra clothes, Then you still make us work, even if it’s freezing cold. We don’t even get mattresses, we sleep on the floor, we look at our children and they say “mama why” “Why do we stay here, get beaten then cry?” “We’ll get our of here one day, I promise we will.” “We’ll leave this place and run up that hill.” “We’ll run far and fast and people will help us.” “I Promise, I Promise we’ll get out of here, we will.”