I feel as if someone has stabbed me in the throat...choking my every thought. I cannot speak, only cry. I feel hungry, starved. My body feels as if it has been cut into peices, by a white mans chains. My body feels suffocated.....feels....murdered. But i cannot feel now. I can only hope, that one day we will be a free man, a rejoiced man, a strengthed man. My hope is strong, my feelings are ready to burst with anger. But i wait. For someone to come and save me. I have hope, and determenation. There is a way, i know it.....but how? i will find out and survive. i am......strong.
The Sorrow of a Slave
May 19, 2008