It hurts getting beat pulled away and whipped,  we are hung from trees like rotten fruit with nothing left, no matter what is right is always wrong they make us feel like we dont belong. We have no right's not even to speak, they dont even give us food to eat. I have to live in a barn with everyone else, my friends and family and people i have not met. Im not scared to run im not scared to hide im scared of leaving my family when im no longer alive. Death is one thing thats comes fast to us slaves but when it happes we will fly far away. ,,,,, ,                     righs