Slavery

Back in the day, when you or I weren't born, people were forced to slavery, and their souls would become worn.

People saw this, and it was an awful sight. They didn't do anything, though they knew it wasn't right.

But then there was the slave, called Harriet Tubman. She was a spunky lil girl, and a fine young woman.

Then, when she could not take it, she ran away. But when she heard of an underground railroad, she helped slaves escape to Canada, night and day.

She was a fine old lady, and before she passed away, she bought land to build a homeless shelter, and some still stands to this day.

Now what I am trying to tell you, is to respect every one, whoever it may be. Because every one in this world, wants a chance to be free.

(I am not of color, but many of my friends are, and yes, racism goes on today. But if we could put ourselves in their shoes, and try to understand, maybe we can erase most of the prejudice.)

*♥~Sadly-in-love~♥*
(Serena)