U.S. History - Slavery
They have taken me from my home land
To work on the plantation of a white man
I work in the fields from day to night
From morning dawn to twilight
But I wish I can dissapear and take flight
I'm forced to tolerate their beatings
Its harsh how us, their defeating
I see how they treat the others
I've seen how they killed my brothers
I've seen friends die before my eyes
I have heard their whimpers and aganozing cries
As a slave. I am seen as property
Even if I work hard I can't get out of this proverty
So now I just wait for someone to come to my rescue
I have lost hope and thats my story that I tell you
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