If I choose to run away,
a collar of shame will be bestowed upon me.
It is ordinary to see cuts and bruises on me,
from the chains that held me in my place.
I wonder sometimes, if I am human,
why am i treated like dirt lying around?
I arrived at me master's house, only five,
my name changed to Nobody.
Whips cut into my back
a back not so different from my master's,
except my master's is fair and white,
while mine is dark, like the night.
This is why I am in this state,
the reason why I choose death over life.
This minor difference is the reason for my slavery,
the cause of eternal torture...
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