Slavery: A Disease
The disease of men
That put us in pens
The beatings and bruises
That was so abusive
A disease of their mind
Our punishment wasn’t kind
Back then it seemed
That it was okay to be mean
That awful disease
That brought us to our knees
Begging and crying
At the end of the day, we were sighing
Disease of the heart
But not a work of art
Slavery, the disease
It doesn’t have the key
To something that is pure
I’m glad they found a cure.
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I am a young teen from Atlanta, Georgia. I will make something of myself by attending a four year instituion in the fall of 2013. I live everday to the fullest regardless of the downfalls in life. You got to know when to let go and let God.
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