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DARK ROOM, NO LIGHT, FEEL LEFT OUT, ALL ALONE. MA NAME BE XICA. WAS BORN IN ST.LOUISIANA WITH LOVING FAMILY TILL I WAS 6 YRS A LITTLE YOUNGEN WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM MA FAMILY AND SOLD TO MR. JACSON. I BE LIVING NOW IN KENTUCKY, WITH A CRUEL MASTER(MR.JACKSON) THAT TREATS ME LIKE A PEACE OF TRASH LIKE IM NOT A LIVING BEEIN. SCREAMS OUT ALWAYS "NIGGER GO AND DO YOUR WORK THATS ALL YALL GOT TO DO, OBEY ME AND PLEASE ME".

THAT SIR WOULD ALWAYS BE DRUNK AND TRY TO TOUCH ME. EACH NIGHT I WILL GO TO SLEEP WITH FEAR THAT SIR JACKSON WOULD HURT ME. ONE NIGHT I REMEMBER MR. JACKSON OPEN THE DOOR OF MA ROOM AND STARTED TOUCHING ME I TRY TO FIGHT BACK SO HE CAN LET ME GO BUT THAT NIGHT HE GRABED HIS BOTTLE OF WISKY AND SLAMED IT IN MY HEAD. WOKE UP NEXT MORNING WITH BLOOD ON MY HEAD AND ALSO IN MY PRIVATE PART. I WAS RAPED BY SIR JACKSON THAT MEAN OLD MAN HAD ABUSE FROM ME. HE WOULD TRY TO MAKE ME FEEL BAD BY TELLING ME IM NOT WORTH ANYTHING THAT IF PEOPLE WOULD TRY TO BUY ME DELL PAY LESS THAN WHAT HE PAYED. EACH NIGHT I WOULD GO WITH FEAR THAT SIR JACKSON WOULD GO IN MY ROOM AND ABUSE OF ME.

ONE MORNING I WAS WASHING CLOTHES WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I FELT A PAIN IN MY BACK IT WAS MR. JACKSON WHIPPING ME WITH HIS BELT FOR HIS DRUNKNESS. I FELT A PAIN SOO BAD I WOULD CRY RIGHT AWAY. I DECIDED IT WAS ENOUGH FOR ME I NEEDED TO BE FREE. ONE NIGHT SIR JACKSON WENT IN MY ROOM I DIDNT WANTED FOR THE SAME THING TO HAPPEN SO I GRABED MY CLANDLE AND THROW THE HOT WAX AT HIM IT BURN HIS EYES. I DECIDED TO RUN AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK. I FELT A GOOD FEELING AS I RAN AND FELT MY FREEDOM. I RAN INTO A LOVING FAMILY WHO MAID ME FEEL LIKE ALL THE OTHERS. NOW I LIVE HAPPY AND I FEEL THAT I'M FREE.