I sit in the snow glaring at my opponent as were staring at each other fierce.When the clock struck twilight its began MEOW! BARK! WHIMPER! THUD! My opponent is down to the ground.-bows- (The test of your animal doesn't work!!!!)
There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE & used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about “Why can only Black people say this or that?” I don’t want to hear shit about “we’re all human.” And by the way, not one of those slaves are at rest. Those spirits were so alive, you could feel their presence, their pain & someday, their revenge.