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Lost Identity: View point of a slave
Why is my skin color different? Did God make me this way? When he made me, did he have intentions on me being a slave? And I thought we were all brothers, including all the ones of different colors. But why are they beating and hurting the others. Someone save me, I didn't choose this life. These scars, they've carved me with the sharpest knives. All I have is my faith. Because if I'd held on to anything else it'd be theres to take. What is it that I ask for? Equality, I preach. Something small to you, but makes a difference for me. Whipping, spitting, hitting on me. Raping our women in your wife's sheets. Taking our children and turning them into workers. No sense of empathy, grief or composer. For the brotha' on my left and my sista' on the right, with the courage that I hold I will continue to fight. You have taken away my freedom, and most of my life. But what you have failed to obtain is my state of mind. Go ahead work my body, and do all that you please. This is just a shell anyway, it's not coming with me. You spit, you laugh, thinking you gained the world. You think you have power because you've raped a young girl. Stand tall sir with all of that pride. And go ahead and hold it until the day that you die. But your day will come when you'll fall to your knees. Feeling the burn on your body from the whips you've given me. "The LORD is my sheppard," I continue to say. While my soul goes up as God takes me away. I wish you peace with smile on my face, knowing that God teaches the fullness of grace.
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