Jun 16, 2006 21:45
I has doing a poem on how a slave felt/feels and I got this:
(you might need a tissue, I almost cryed while reading it)
Hot blooded marionettes
Enough will to think, not free enough to revolutionize
Whipped into submission, living in pain, seeing in fear, moving in darkness
Why live? Why die? Why? Why this? Why this?
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