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Courage
His hands are aching, the cracks running so deep. The blood flows from him,
the red stains beginning to seep.
Seep into the worn and tattered shirt,
his back and feet torn to pieces.
The dark flesh permanently scarred, deeply imbedded creases.
Creases impressed upon him by the whip, the whip the ivory man uses as force,
out of fear,
Fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of a Man.