all i ever had was my sanity, the feelin of control and secrets surrounding me. now i am nothing, to be surveyed by the scientists of a sickening babylon, can't afford to cry... just live. heavy chains bringing weights to my limbs, they call me "negro, ******, little whore" and spit in my face. all i can do, is sigh. cringing, i take the pains of my brothers and sisters and pray to heavens that my mamma and papi are safe. my sanity left me at a tender age, simple- minded was my new name and patient is what they called me... i don't know what that should mean, i never was educated. i came in search of oppurtunity, dazed by propaganda... whatever that means... only to find, i left my life in africa, to become a pet in a white man's kennel. they talked funny too, telling me "child, you waz never goin find youz a good lookin man with your whorin ***!" and kick me to the ground with my shackles, still loyally attached. rivers of blood would flow from my mouth and they would call me dirty, they wore white robes and stripped me, tellin me they were making me pure, only to leave me sore, in the dirt with my thighs aching. i became a "crazy ******" thats what they called me, i remember. they pushed me into a white room, with white walls, white, everything WHITE! i couldn't take this anymore! i had to get out! this white was driving me crazy!!!! then a man... a white man, gave me something. a book, black. empty... thats when my life began, my little black book, records of my sanity.