The unchanged cycle

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life

There was a time where we couldn't vote, chocked from ropes by the same tress that were carved to carry us over seas while planked in there boats, and I'm told to look past the past that path a way for me to breathe fresh air. While our history continue to be a mistery lost in a maze with nothing but dead ends. Knowing that my Great grandmother was a slave to man. And now knowing how money have us slaved to a man that cause us stop dreaming, loosing our imaginations to a nation that "claims" there's no more segregation. So why are we still being taking. Forced to wake up at times to go work for "master" I mean the boss that sits in the house claiming that handwork and determination got him there, but his father was in the same position years ago. While the field workers are the new factory workers and if you were lucky enough you would be promoted to masters house "I mean office". I refuse to be slaved by the money of the same seeds of trees that my ancestors were hung from with no air left to breath. EVOLVE