I am rice grown from the grounds of this plantation. Everyday I see slaves planting and picking cotton, and Indigo in an endless cycle.
After they pick us rice plants they take out the seeds. After removing the seeds we set out in the sun to dry. All I hear for the rest of the day is the slaves singing, and the Plantation owner yelling.
After being set out to dry the rice is stored in a building.
In this storage house I can only feel the crushing weight of other rice grains. Longing for something to happen, I sit and wait.
After being taken out of storage, some of the rice is kept by the plantation owner. The plantation owner eats his rice that was picked by his slaves.
As I am being eaten I take in a deep breath and smell lemons.