SLAVE ON A PLANTATION BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR
Dear journal,
It must be August or September because my master said it is time to harvest the cotton. It is the year 1853. This is the time I wish I was a house slave. I would rather be a carriage driver, a cook, or a butler. I can't let anyone know that I know how to read or write. If my Master found out he would whip me or even worse. To harvest the cotton, they give me a sack which goes over my neck. The sack is huge. They also give us a large basket for when the sack is full. The whole day I will pick the cotton. I will get pricked by the thorns on the cotton plants and my back will be aching. At the end of the day my master will weigh the cotton I picked. If I didn't pick enough, my master will whip me. Someday maybe I'll have a chance to be free. If I am ever free I will try to free other slaves. No one should have to be a slave. It will be a long hot day. I better get to work or I will be punished.