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“We are the forgotten, the grime and scum of the earth.  We are the poor souls who live like animals so you can live like kings and queens.  We are the shadows no one cares about, the dark crevice we forget to clean.  We live where the  and filth of the world goes too.  You have forgotten us, cast us in to the firey pits of hell, to freeze, to starve, to die.
     I understand slavery.  Slavery is the diminishing, ripping, and twisting ones worth into nothing, making them feel as inhuman as they possibly can.  Once someone is broken into truly believing they have no worth, and begin to see themselves as an animal, becoming something they are not meant to be, manipulation is all that is left.  Manipulating us like puppets for them to watch, and laugh, and show us what we can never be.  We jump through hoops for you.  We run around like chickens for you.  We sign and sign and sign our souls over to you.  You own us, in every aspect of the word.  Think about that, the word own….

Adjective-used with a possessive to emphasize that someone or something belongs or relates to the person or thing mentioned.  “they can’t handle their own children”

Pronoun-something that belongs to the person or thing mentioned.  “your life is your own”

Verb-have (something) as one’s own; possess.  “his father owns a restaurant”
Similar:  be the owner of possess
Be the (proud) possessor of have in one’s possession.  Have to one’s name
Count among one’s possessions
Have, keep, retain, maintain, hold be blessed with, enjoy, boast

FORMAL-admit or acknowledge that something is the case or that one feels a certain way.
“she owned to a feeling of profound jealousy”

    Own.  The government owns us, all because we asked for help.  We needed help.  We asked, we received, but at a great cost to our humanity.  We are the slaves known as the forgotten.  The trash you forget to clean up, because you will do it later?  You tell us to jump, we say how hi.  We want food, sign here in blood….ok, good job.  Here is the minimum you can have to survive.  Here is a crappy home.  Here are some other trash and forgotten.  Oh, you want money?  Ok, here’s the highest amount we will go.  You won’t be able to live really, but you get “free ” that’s not going to be worth .

     We are the forgotten.  We are the fallen.  We are the weary souls.  We are the tired.  We are the shadows.  We are the unheard.  We are the scared.  We are the victims.  We are the injustice.  We are the sick.  We are the survivors.  We are dying.  We are the nothing.  WE ARE THE MEEK!”
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