The Mind As A Slave

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All my life, I've been a slave since I was fifteen.
Then, age fifty, and I'm still livin' the same life.

Now, age ninety, and I'm able to tell my story.
This is my mind as a slavery.

A story for Black History Month.
I dedicate this story to my father. Love you, Daddy!
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6. Freed/Don't Forget Me

Freed.

Something I'm not used to
but so grateful for.

I never thought this day would happen.
I've prayed everyday, to my Lord.

Now he's finally answered my prayers.

O', my sweet, sweet chilren.
I just pray that they remember me.
That they'll be happy that they mama came back for them.

O', Lord, please don't let my poor chilren forget me.
Or even worse, please let there not be another woman who has taken my place.

I just want my chilren, and my husband.
That's all.

Antony,
Charles,
Betty,
Precious,
and my sweet, baby girl
Isabella.

Lord, don't have my chilren forget me.
Please, O' Lord.

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