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The Slave (Part 1)

Caucasion-Americans Please Don't Get Offended...This Is Purely Fictional Doin backbreaking labor in the scorching sun Stopping only to glance at my wife and son I need to get back to work so I can get done Or one of the White Devils will introduce me to the shotgun Picking all this darn cotton The stench in the air is rotten I haven't bathed in two weeks, so easily I have forgotten Like both my patience and will to live, my body is getting thin Hunger telling my stomach and heart that my life will soon end I should make an escape attempt, but where will I begin How many miles is the lake from here: 10 x 10 My people sorely mistreated, the Blacks I mean Everybody sharing peace, prosperity and power is what I dream Or is that what I nightmare To share with Whites how do I dare If all of them died out I wouldn't even care All I can think about now is the sweat waterfalling from my curly hair Well I meant nappy I mean seriously, don't we all deserve to be happy Maybe in the future this cotton will be used to make a white shirt I wouldn't be able to wear one because the whiplashes on my back hurt It sounds crazy but I wonder if a month will be dedicated to ***** History I'm out of my mind, that sounds like a load of bull to me Here comes a Devil, ready to put me out of my mind literally He hits me with the butt of the shotgun, I fall to my knees miserallbly Rage reared inside me as I want to take the pump gauge out of his hands and put him out of his misery I want to be free, Lord I'm tired of this mystery Then he has the audacity to spit in my face One eye open I see my son's brains blown all over the place Killing colored people is a sport to you Devil I got the dirt to your grave right on my shovel So I hit his gut so viscious The look on his face: priceless yet suspicious Slowly he fell to the ground The gun was down I rushed to my wife and four others and told them not to make a sound 100 yards behind us I heard big booms Elated at the possibility of being free so soon I disappeared into the darkness like a raccoon....

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