Dear......yall

Dear yall I'm starting to begin to go beyond others for the knowledge im seeking and got into reading for your sake. What are the odds of me seeing you again before they find me and beat me with no remorse. yall should of been with me, running; for the light, the freedom, i will die fighting and running. I have not reach a destination worth staying, but the north seemingly has potential for a man like me. A man like me has been through nearly everything from the most beautiful moments to the most dreadful. And see, we all have been beaten beyond measure. The whiplash stains our body, internal cricks in our necks from iron masks and spike collars. We have been indoctrinated. sadly i'm the only one who seen it and dismissed myself from it. Daily we got beat on those lands; we got beat into a negro that once chose death over this mersary to “massa gonna find ya and beat ya or even kill ya if you try to run away, just come on over here,” type negro. We’ve been beaten into believing that there's a hero for us when in reality we can only save our self. We’ve been beaten into man and women with no self worth for “good behavior” or obedience. It's death or the master’s choice over there and the outcome seemingly is always the same. They purposefully separate our families and some run away from this hell without looking back; however, behind them, is their family. They sold us as objects of potential and capability but dealt with us as animals with no purpose to live except under the word of the whip holder. Surely you will hear the cries and screams through my words but will my words stop it; talking can go so far while while we sit and wish that, death or the choice of the master won't be that bad.