Blood Of A Slave, Heart Of A King

They label me a slave, but I feel I’m something greater. I feel I’m worth something more. I work this plantation all day as slave, but in my heart I feel as though I’m a king. I know I don’t belong here, nobody belongs here. Nobody belongs inside of this hell masked as a plantation. My father and mother both slaves as I am. So I have the blood of a slave. The blood of a slave runs through my viens and there’s nothing I can do to change that. But I feel as though I have the heart of a king, the heart of something greater than a slave. Every day and night I work as slave, the only free place I know of is my heart. Inside of my heart I’m a king. A king who plans to leave this land of overworked and lost souls, called a plantation.

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