Nefertiti pov
"NEFERTITI!" my slave master yelled
I must be in trouble again, I thought. I poke my head out the kitchen door. Yes master? Why in the hell is this damn dinning room not finish? I was busy making the rest of tonight's dinner, like you asked.
SMACK..
I didn't ask you for your back talk you dumb bitch. Clean this shit up and he left. Tears streamed down my smooth chocolate skin, as was standing there thinking when did the room get dirty again. I dried my eyes and went into the room to finish cleaning only to see mud and dirt tracked throughout the room. My name is Nefertiti, I don't know what that means but My mama said my name had a powerful meaning behind it before she was killed and raped infront of everyone as a mockery and warning from the master and his men, to not step out of line or disobey him. Her name was beautiful but everyone around called her beauty. She got her name from her looks and kind soul. She was originally from Uganda, until she was brought over from by the white man. She was pregnant by me, when she traveled the big sea she talked of. She was a hard working women, and a bright beautiful spirit. Everyday she would tell me how beautiful I was and how I shouldn't let slavery define me as I am. I remember it like yesterday, she was coming back from the water break and one of the overseers wanted her to do something strange with her in the room. And she wouldn't listen and tried to fight back and was making a lot of noise to where master had to come outside and see what the problem was. The overseer said she was being dis-o-bedient I think was the word? So he told everyone to come outside to the main grounds. The whole time I screamed her name and she told me to be white and that she loved me. I was very confused as to why she was telling me this. They strapped her down to a wooden stump and ripped her dress and said this is what happens when you don't follow orders. Turn after turn they raped her infront of everyone. There was so much blood, tears and screams. When they were done they shot her point blank in the head without remorse and left her for an example. Mama c tried to grab me when I touched her but I just stayed there and hoped that she was still breathing. When I was finally able to walk away, I remembered how she was with child and how I would never meet my brother or sister. Now I'm 17 about to be 18 and still unbroken, because master wants to break me in before he lets anyone else at me. I wish my mother was still here or anyone that's related to me here. I'm alone and feel unwanted. Maybe one day I can get away or break free but I also don't want to be made a example of just like my mother...
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