oh my body is so cold it feels like knieves cutting my skin trying to get to my soul and my feet hurt from walking so much and master made the field hands work over time he tied my hands to the great oak tree and began to linch me for being late to the fields he said "nigga" you better be late to them feilds no more the last strike against my chocolate skin made blood ozz out and i fell to the ground i fell so bond and condemed to this horrible life master rape my mother sold my sister and brother why i can 't be free why do i have to feel this pain and i fell so drain and now i will put down this pen and die, die from the pain the grierf the shame of being black the shame of being me.