My Years As A Slave…

unwillingly dragged into a strange world, unable to fend for myself. Immediately physically attacked and cut, given to strangers. Completely controlled for years, injected with who knows what, records of height¬†&¬†weight scrupulously kept. Complete and total supervision…I mean EVERY DAMN MOMENT! (no playing with the guns! Blocked, when no one else is, from the big bathtub out back). Forced to wear embarrassing outfits, (THEY EVEN TOOK DEMEANING PICTURES! ENSURED A LIFETIME OF BELITTLEMENT!). Forced into strange rituals, dressed up and dragged to stranger’s events…where there where always similarly enslaved people like me being shown off for some sick reasons… and forced “education”.

Only thing good about the experience was that it taught me, (as soon as I realized even a slave could “work” to open a “business”) to never allow anyone to have that power over myself again. That in this country, with libraries and “the google,” anyone, even a former slave, can learn to do something they like, and do it so well, others will pay them to do it for them.

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