Stranger: Slave Narrative
Hello
hello does anyone know
where I am at
for I certainly do not
this land is foreign
and strange to me
the people dress and act
in a manner different from me
the buildings are huge
they can probably reach the heavens
hello
hello
I'm scared and
want to go home
but this is my home now
not by choice
by force
I didn't want to come here
I would rather be hunting
lions and tigers
instead of working these fields
all day
all night
from sun up to
sun down
this is a nightmare
no, this is hell
I've done nothing to deserve this
so why is this happening to me?
hello
hello
I would rather die then
work another day in these fields
but if I do that then I am
certainly destined for hell
hello
hello
I don't know what to do anymore
can't recognize myself anymore
when I look at myself in the mirror
I don't see my reflection
I see a different person
I see a stranger
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