Abolitionism+L.S

I’m starving right now, I haven’t eaten in days. My master does not give us enough food and since I am very young and weak I never get my food first. I always get left over’s from the others before me. My hands are tired from working all day, my feet are bleeding from walking so much, and I'm torn inside from watching my family and friends get beat to death. It kills inside to watch the ones you love the most get beat badly. These people here are my family. I see them that way. I think of them like this because I never knew my real mother, the closest thing I had as a mother was my Mammy. I love her very much and I care for her as well as she cares for me and the other kids like my, without a mother. No one knows who my father is. Mammy says it’s best not to talk about him, so I will do as she says. At night sometimes before we go to bed I hear Mammy praying. I'm never supposed to speak of this because the master says its agenst the law for us to pray. Also one night I heard Mammy speaking of the war going on between the North and the South and that our president Abraham Lincoln was fighting for the freedom of all slaves in 1863.And that we might soon have our own freedom. I was never to speak of freedom either. I hate our Master because he killed many people who I cared about. I hate the fact that he makes us just stand there and watch, while inside I am dieing to help the people being beat. But yet I stand ugenst the wall not being able to do anything about it while they scream in horror. I stay up all night thinking about how my life would be like if i was free and what I would do if I was free. I can’t really picture it, but i would love to be able to go to school and learn how to read. That is what I bream about. I don’t know if it will come true one day, but I try to keep my head up and trust that it will. But for now I must go to sleep, for I need to tomorrow wake up and once again live this nightmare.



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