A Story Passed On By Our Ancestors!! ..Please pass it on.

I write this for our ancesters called slaves.It doesnt even seem right to call them slaves!!to indelibly etche this inferior title upon them that in death they cannot have what they sought in life ..a name.I am the hope of my ancestors,I am the dream that one day their children would be free men.And one day they would speak out for those who's voices were silenced.......It was a sunday morning master allowed us to go to church,he wore his sunday best,and I wore what tattered clothing he once owned,I listened from the back house as the minister preached of love of God,I almost cried when I heard the choir sing my favorite hymm"amazing grace" they went back home and had sunday dinner,and they fed me with the scraps from the table..

The next day master rose early and went out to the place where I stayed and master beat me..master beat me hard..in the sting of pain from his whipping..I couldnt even think of why he was whipping me?after he was done I felt so numb..my mind wandered past the pain of my wounds he inflicted..I wander how can a man treat another like that?how can you walk so proud in the lords house just one day earlier then wake up the next morning and beat me damn near death???

I worked hard that day...the burning sun roasted my wounds to scabs,while the sting of the sweat dripping into my flesh reminded me not to try and forget that whipping I got this morning..I was so tired that night as I collapsed on the dirt floor..I dreamed that night...I dreamed a impossible dream,not for myself that one day I might be free fore that dream had been beaten out of me a long time ago..I dreamed that my children would be free and would tell my story...that my children would write and read and learn and tell another generation my story..tell them that the only thing that kept me going was the belief and hope that one day my children would be free..

and they would tell humanity the truth..the same God you spoke about that Sunday is the same God that made us both..please tell them that the color of my skin is just that its just skin..please I begg you to tell them the truth that Im a man just like them..the reason I look different is because thats what God wanted..and last thing I want to say to my children is if they keep mistreating you after I have fallen asleep in death..if things change but not enough to say the wrongs have been made right..promise me you will do every thing in your power to make a difference..and pass my dream on to your children

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