S.O.C.

I don't want to be trapped in this room anymore, this boat is making me sick. I cant breath. I'm starving, i haven't eaten in the past few days. I don't feel comfortable standing so close to the person next to me. The handcuffs are cutting my wrist and cutting my feet, my hands are starting to go numb. I hear screams of people who don't behave. I don't want that to be me. I stay quite and listen to all the noises of people crying. I wonder what my kids are going to think when they see im not home. I can see them now. All I'm hoping is that they don't ever have to go through the pain im going through right now. I think im starting to bleed, the guy on my right isn't moving, i think hes dead, the mom on my left is sobbing and praying to God that her kids are alright. And the little kids across from me and yelling mom, where are you? I cant even imagine what they think. I don't think they know what the next years are going to be like....as a slave. As i'm standing here i here im trying to think of where they are taking us. I ask the person next to me, and right when i say that my owner comes in rips me outta my spot and drags me to the deck, i can finally breath, but not for long, he gets out the whip and starts to beat me. I'm in shock. I cry, and plead for help. He finally stops i get thrown back in. I'm still crying because of the wounds on my back they are throbbing, will they heal? will i ever get back home? will i be able to survive even to boat ride there? what will i eat? all these questions running threw my head and the only one i can answer is, am i ready to be a slave?...no.