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.
I've never had anyone betray my trust, but that's only because I've never given it out to begin with. trust only your reflection when you look in the mirror, who knows which face people will be using; 1 or 2?