by Balam<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\nEveryday we work like the cows in the field.
\n\u201cBOOM\u201d as I try to sleep thunder cracks the sky like a glass plate hitting tile. My fate was decided by a fraudulent game of poker.
\nAs I walk around the fields I ponder about what my life could have been.
\nRich folk have it nice, I try, and try, and try,
\nWhile some folk just won in this cruel game of life.
\nI am just a pawn in the hands of a rich man.
\nEscape, I will escape.
\nIn the dead of night I strike, sprinting like a cheetah hunting gazelle.
\nI can’t stop, or the jaws of the law would strike.
\nI run so far that my feet start to bleed, my muscles feel like I just walked through a patch of nettles.
\nFinally I stop, Rain started pelting my dirt stained shirt, I didn’t care about my belongings anymore. I just needed to feel the jaws of my old life release me. I look up into the sky, I scream until my lungs feel like exploding.
\n\u201cCRASH\u201d
\nAll I remember before I blacked out was the soft voices of a elderly woman,
\nMy Mom.<\/b><\/b>
\nShe whispers into my ears for me to get up, She sounds as frail as a flower in a storm.
\nI get up at once, I see an elderly woman staring at me. You’re not my mom I stammer, “I’m not dear, but I won’t let them take you back to that awful place.\u201d
\nI start to cry, my eyes turning into waterfalls, she rushes over to me and whispers in my ear the same promise she’s made to many others.
\nYou have escaped. I will never let them take you.<\/b><\/b>\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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