ueen named Gree Lufu. Infatuated with her beauty, she lovingly stared at

rigin of her being, and to better understand he

f deaths in Egypt on her mission fo

after her Queen mother and King father was poiso

three decades with an iron thumb and a cold heart aga

took the throne. That act a

hated the bend of her frail hips and her flat romp. She was addicted to

for me. After four dark-skinned male slaves submissively bathed her, a dark-skinned wom

then kissing the diamond pendant hanging on her neck, leaving her with the nappy-headed

t befell my ears as if someone screamed it at me with fierce abandon th

uency. My heart pounded in cadence with hers. Could it be that when I l

to groan, dissatisfied with the performance of her slaves as of late.

didn't have basic human rights nor

yled my hair for my last event, Coffey. I should have known. That's what I get

k hair refused to meet her critical eyes. "C

egan to

in the tub. She nearly slipped and broke her neck. A trolley horse

you, imbecile! I didn't like the way you made me look in front of my contemporaries wit

Queen Gree would eventually move on to more pr

rateful girl." Coffey tussle with her master as Gree picked up a pair of sheers

s a form of fashion for the new ages of the future. Yes! I could invent a line of women

, Gree leaned over and scooped up

and thread from a wooden basket on a near-by table by a row of hanging ballroom gowns made by the hand

skin woman, who has the same skin tone, skin complexion as mine. I looked at Coffey closely. We had

rebelled and protest

k hair together, she held it up against h

e and definition?" Coffey looked in the mi

ravely, she looked herself over. "You see, Coffey. I'm just as pretty with your hair. Honestly..." G

iet as the tears roll

r. Never forget that. You work and sweat f

ree smacked her w

to

d up a rawhide and whipped Coffey until she

your God

h anger. She knew that if she acted on that anger Gree would

nce to mourn being taken from her homeland in Africa, along with her hus

tions that filtered into her ears from her captors as she, her husband, others from her tribe

he breeze with ear-splitting redundancy, like bats esc

around her wrists and ankles.

f pain of misunderstanding that filtered into her ears once they were su

es that were thrown over the ship to the sharks below

sharks was her only brother, her fat

s for taking her life, taking her family. Being helpless because there was n

lone her family. If she had half the strength of

dred, that decided that death was better than bondage, so they

ieve the loss of a family that she had to leave behind. She had to make the most of her situation because she had

lived. There were seventy-five slave women on Grease plantation. All of

ause they had eyes for her husband, Spike, who stood six feet, el

offey that her husband was having sexual rela

eft him so they could sw

t. On a cool night during the summer, coffee confronted her husband, Sp

to keep an upper hand, to stay two step

nd did what her husband asked. She did anything to kee

woman that threatened her, or threatened

re fourteen and seventeen years old. The only home her kids have ever known was

kids when Queen Gree retired to her quarters

u are sneaking behind the Queen's back to feed your children,

sometimes up to four hours a day. Spike car

y would be free. She apologized for givi

em hidden and fed. The one promise her husband did upho