I've been through so much pain,
racism, discrimination, slavery over and over again.
Being looked down on wasn't fun,
no point saying it because the damage is done.
All i did was work for them,
never really got fed,
it was just a slice of bread.
oh sometime i wished i was dead.
It was really scary,
you wouldn't know why, because you wasn't me,
sometimes i wished it was all a dream,
but when they woke me up that's when i realised it was reality.
The scariest bit was,
when they had a whip,
you could hear my heart beat,
BANG! a whip on my feet.
This is when i got my low self esteem....
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