Here is just a tiny glimpse of my book, “Get Thee Behind Me”

The smell of fresh blood was in the air.  Everywhere I looked, there were bodies…dead bodies.  Some I recognized and some I did not…some were family members…some were friends – low and behold, I was the only survivor.  But wait a minute, I hear people talking and dogs barking.  I see white men with whips and guns in their hands and spying eyes to see if anyone had survived.  I quickly trampled over the dead bodies and stumbled over my mom –  part of me wanted to cry – part of me wanted to scream.  I knew if I did either, they would capture and kill me like they did the others.

Deja Vous

This Concludes Mimi Jenkins Moment of Truth.

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