Keyon

I am living in the house my mother was living in when she was growing up. I live in a small wooden house behind the walls of New Amsterdam. I live in the Land of the Blacks. My mother is the village leader. She is very careful just like me. I get my niceness from her side. My father is African and he was a slave when he was younger he got kidnapped from Africa. He got sent to New Amsterdam. He grew up in New Amsterdam. Now he is a very careful person and is careful what he gets into. He is careful how to talk to people. His family is on the other side of the wall. They are half-free.

I feel sad but that does not mean I am going to take it out on other people. I do not want to be mean. I am trying to stay with a positive attitude. I don’t know what they have been going through in their time of life.I want to be a leader when I get older. Instead of having a wall we could have some type of thing where we all gather around. We can gather around to make the earth better than what it is. I want to change slavery and stop threatening people. It’s not fair that only black people are slaves. If you are going to invent something that brings harm to other people, why only do it to one group of people instead of everybody? Finish it off and don’t do it half way. I don’t think you should do it at all.