Chocolate

Chocolate colored skin, chocolate colored eyes eyes that burrow so much surprise, surprise to see that master once again aborted my sister’s baby and plans to do the same to I , I do not have a chance to hide, hide hide away from what you may ask well those slave catchers and who whom are these slave catchers you may ask well they are the ones whom still to this day come to us telling us what we can and can not do. 

 

And yes whilst they may not be beating us with whips and chains those very same whips and chains this time they are putting on their own. Blood and death gore and cannibalism from sacrificing one friend in the name of that cruel man Benjamin Franklin I think his name is right? Tears, pain, STOP PLEASE STOP THE TORTURE!!!!! 

 

dear my children, companions, people who claim to have hearts. Tell me, when have you all forsaken yourselves?

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