Growing up as an slave has been hard. I have tried to escape dozens of times and every one my master found me. I have been raped and beatin all of my life. When I was 12 I had my first baby by a white man.my baby was named Zephaniah,she was given away when she came out of my wound. I remember me crying for my baby and praying to Jesus to let me have her back. I had two sisters Christiana, and veah. When we came off the boat we were separated we all three went to a different master. "STOP STOP PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY SISTERS" I said. We haven't seen each other in 20 years. And as the days go by I still cry and question my self why does this have to happens to me.
