Ask me who I  am.

Ask me of my story

Pretend you care about my life

But ignore the scars on my body

 

I am but a shadow in the field

Haunted by those bloody whips I fear

Taunted by those freedom songs

Broken by tear stained years

 

I am a shadow of a human 

No, not even human, an animal

I'm a number

A price, a nobody, expendable

 

Look me in the face

And know that only we slaves

Will die alone with endless scars

And empty eyes in our last days

 

You asked me who I am

You thought you knew my story

You see the broken child inside

Only now it's too late to say I'm sorry