He has been staying there,for several minutes. He was taught not to cry,no to waste the precious liquidbut now anyone could not stop.
Neither whips of monsters with white face, who hit you until blood streams down on your back(spine), your screams of agony being music for their ears, and your humble chirping being their every day show.No, he can't to not suffer, to not cry, to not regrets he did nothing,he was able to fought this beasts face to face.Or this is a beautiful lie.
He was plungeds into a dark corner. He puts his dirty hands full ofundeserved woundsin short cut hair.Tears began to drain,folowed by a string of sighs,which makes you mercy.But he don't need your mercy,especially of a white.
Immediatily his ayes it was shadows of hatred.A hatred which feel with all his being.But then remember his lovely and only mom, who try to be srong for both.
Image with her who try to protect he of gardians is still alive.He sadly mistaken when tought he should to be take away from last loved person and tortured to his last blow,after he said this wretchedwords to guard who threw his food.He realised subsequent she assumed his mistake.Evrithing is his fault,
Tears of anger it clean his cheek full of scars.
He looks uncertain to his black hands.Why it was a shame to be diferent?What whites are superior to them?!Why we are not equal?!A bitter smile it appeard on his face.Only in dreams,but dreams make we free and make us horizon biger.
But all he sees is an endless of sand when other sees green plains,Your river is full of hope when his river it is dried up a long time ago,a only thread wich stayed with his mother's memory.
Imperceptibly falls in a deep sleep.
Feel like a hot tear fall on the his cheek and hand is closely strong . He rise ,arguing with his arms.Begin to laugh happy ,admiring stretching of green.He never had the privilege to feel something so silky.He was so excited,not aware that whenliberating hand of affectionate squeeze.Regretting looked around him
His mom looked at touching scene.Childsurprised not hesitatet to jump into the arms of the woman.
-Stop,my darling, you must be strong!Dead is solution for leave,you must fight for your liberty and hel your people who are suffering ,same as you,
Boy approve with had.Mother kissing both cheek , then leave because she could no longer masters of tears.She lost her child second date ,throwing him into the clutches of a freedom.
That would fate,and she is helpless,
A drop of water make he flutter,but is not mather's hot tear.
Cold squatsand and begin to think at the plan of freedom.
