I was Born black, my first sin.I wasn’t born rich, I was not one of those kids who were privilegde to go to a nice boarding school, have eggs and bacons for breakfast while they holidayed. I never even had a bicycle when I was little,I didn’t get to see my parents as often as I wanted, they did odd jobs and came back home at late hours.I grew up in a neighborhood that boys loitered all day on the streets, children grew up and never left this place, they get stuck here following the same shitty routines their parents did, got the same shitty jobs and saw the same people.it was like the neighbourhood was created with a curse.

I am talking about a little neighbourhood, heatherway.i didn’t choose this life for myself, I was just born into it without giving a choice, I blamed ma and pa for bringing me into this life.

So this late evening as I sit on the floor of mr robinsons house to write my own suicide note, I pondered on what good has ever come out from this life.i was 19 now, I had joined my fellow blacks in the hustle that never pays, working in factories or cleaning or digging for the white folks, those bastards, all they did was exploit us and insult us.what did we ever do to deserve this, then they go to church and pray to God talk to him like they have some heart, they think God don’t know what they do to we black fellow,they don’t let us go to church or pray to God, we do it in the secrets of our own home, thdy practically labelled blacks worshipping God as a crime . who them think they are to speak for him, but why he sits up there and do nothing, I blame him too, have read the bible, if he can do all things then why did he let mr Robinson,that fucking white man rape my mother.

I wanted to see ma one afternoon, I Walked to her workplace, she cleaned for mr and mrs robinson, mrs robinson was cool, I like her full blossom and evil smile, but as I walked in, ma was on the floor with mr robonson on her, they didn’t both see me, I couldn’t look, I walked out.

I waited till ma left and went back in, I used a knife I had picked from somewhere and stabbed mr robinson to death, mrs robinson came down, seems she was asleep, she saw me,screamed and ran out.

I knew it was only a couple of minutes more before the cops came, so I sit down here and write this note to them fucking whites, you can touch me no more, I already took one of you.As I stabbed myself in the stomach, I could here the sirens and footsteps,but they wouldn’t get me, I was journeying, i was free.

Piece by elias alex

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