Plantations/Planters
I have always dreamed about running away somewhere in Canada. Imagine having freedom from a the Planters, its like having fresh air from a new and better place. However, I'm trap in a farm and sleeping on the floor. Them Planters got us working on picking cotton with our own bare hands. In fact, My hands are drying up with bloody cuts all away to the tip of my fingers. Moreover, I'm sweating like a pig or, worst like a dead animal on the road to heaven. I hate the Planters keeping us in the farm like crazy animals on drugs. My uncle tried to run away, but ended up with broken hands. I want to run away, but is it worth it to run? Is it going to get me caught, or is it going to get me to my dream as a free slave woman in Canada? I wonder everyday of my life.
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