Create an acrostic poem for LIFE OF A SLAVE

I'm too uncreative and I've got no ideas :')

You beat m e

when i plee to be free

you curse my love and rights

You dont say we have the right to fight

I pleee no beg let me free

let me live as me and free

im black im am human

The rights are for all i will never fall

Explanation:

I am always afraid,

Always looking over my shoulder.

My master hates me.

Tormenting me at his whim.

I sometimes wonder

Who he will hurt next.

I hope it's not me.

I'm so sick of it being me.

I try to escape, try to hide.

He always knows how to find me.

I dream of freedom.

Freedom is Elusive.

Or perhaps Illusion.

At every turn it evades.

I have no hope.

My master imprisons me.

He steals from me at every turn.

He would have me destitute,

Alone, shackled to a nightmare.

He robs me of life. He leaves me with regret.

My master is Sin, and my master hates me.

I hate Him, almost as much as I hate myself.

But payment is being made.

Another master beckons me.

I am free to follow,

Free to obey, free to be his slave.

Free to leave one master

And be shackled by another...

True freedom: pure illusion.

There is no escape.

I will always have a master.

The tears come once again...

He has paid for me now and I hear him

Simply ask gently that I follow Him home.

I am bought and purchased, yet still He asks!

He says he will lead me.

Direct me, guide me. Help me, find me.

Protect me, restore me.

Save me.

Love me! Like a child-- Adopted into his family

And treated like I deserve to be there!

An impossible kindness For an unlikely beneficiary.

Freedom is Illusion.

But love? Perhaps that is real.

I hope it is real. I want it to be real.

I just know that I am willing to chance it.

And so I humbly agree to

A transfer of ownership.

When he calls, I will follow.

When he asks, I will obey.

I will belong to him.

He will be both my master and my father,

And I will be both his son

And his slave.

Explanation:

Give me brainliest