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Chapter Two The Boat    Before the slaves were sent to bed Mama put together a sack of bread and a pouch of water.  She handed it to Emily.  Emily had never seen her mother do this, but knew instantly what her mother wanted.  She followed without question.  Mama stood her three daughters up and kissed them twice.  One kiss for each cheek.  She hugged each of them tightly.  Emily took the time to feel her mother’s warmth one last time.  She smelled her mother’s smell and the stickiness of her mother’s neck.  She then stepped back and looked at her mother’s face.    Even though their mother was only thirty-two years o

Chapter One Last Night of Pain The smell of his sweat made her cringe.  The sound of his deep breathing irritated her.  The movements of his hairy body on top of hers made her hate her own.  For every thrust was like a knife penetrating a deep wound.  After many years she had learned to stay quiet for fear of being beaten.  After feeling the trickle of his seed he was gone to return another night.  Emily lay continuously on her back as if it were a ritual. Morning appeared as if another reminder that night would soon come.  Emily was ready to work in the fields.  She worked next her friend and sister, Sarah.  Unlike Emily, Sarah was not ta

My heart lingers for that feeling of warmth. Dark degree of hatred scratches at my soul. Devouring it to it's last ounce of life. My hate blooms with a power so fierce it frightens even me. How can the wicked live on with their hate as mine dooms me to a stump of endless pain? Harsh reality hits me like water from a hieght of a hundred feet. It tingles at first then burns profusly. I set fire to your land in hopes to make you burn with me. My hatred burns within me and leaves me with nothing. Curse the day I met you and saw your devious smile. Time with not wilt my pain or sorrow. Only with fire shall I burn you with my hate. Forever will you