A Slave
Uncleaned wounds opened to the white meat
Whip lashes all across my back and no food to eat
Going several days without food in the presence of me
As night approaches I wonder if it'll be me
He comes I'm a daily basis around 8 or 9
Seeking his next victim to please his very mind
One night he raped me and raped me and raped me over and over again
Until his thirst for me drained out
Slaves which we were called back in those days
No white man every have two fucks about a black man
Only when it came down to him having his way
The greed and love of money sunk deeply into his mind
His hands feined for it like a crack addict with no drugs
The "MAN" we all know as "THE WHITE MAN"
The eyes sustain death and the mind sustains memory
We all pray that God leads the way
That he frees is from these unbroken chain's
And let us one day see freedom again
The only time I saw sunlight was when I was beneath the floor boards of a ship and it caught me by surprise
When I finally realized that "I WAS A SLAVE"
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