Thursday, February 11, 2010
Slave Story Chase me, trap me, take me from my home. Trade me, buy me, sell me; I look round, my momma gone. Push me, kick me, and whip my back. Cut me, slice me, and then watch my sores fester and turn black. Work me, water me, then bed me down. Cut off one of my feet, (laughing) “He can’t run away... Sign in
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