And I received notes as well detailing how we would escape this hell It seems we had a friend among our foes a brother who had been passing, or so the tale goes. He also was on kitchen detail. And had access to a drug for AIDS. An experimental drug, with more promise than any in decades. But they weren't sure of the dosage or side effects, and that's where us blacks came in. Virtual lab rats we were for a medical team of quacks. As soon as our fair skinned brother succeeded in giving double doses to our captors, we were given the signal to attack. Knowing what we had to do, we used every ounce of strength left to defeat the enemy. I was taught to abhor this type of violence. But they were determined to kill us, so that meant war. The taste of blood was sweet, although I had never killed anyone before. There were thousands of other captives, being held, no rest for the weary was in store. We rounded up all weapons and ammunition and began our plan to save some more of our Nubian people. We had to save our brothers and sisters. Let the battle cry roar!!!! Enough! Enough! I tossed and turned. I know what this all means Believe me, I've learned. That together we are a force and apart we are meek. Black unity is the united state all brothers and sisters should seek. I will try to make a difference in my life. Please, I haven't slept sound in over a week. And a voice from somewhere beyond whispered.... All right my child, you may rest. I honestly do believe you've been taught a valuable lesson. So, who's next to enter The Slave Narratives? Could it be you? The End?