Slave diary

I will never forget the day the pale people crossed the ocean to capture us . As much as I try to forget and push it out of my mind , somehow it finds a way to weasel itself back into my head . It's like you are constantly being killed only your still alive , you feel as if it is dissembling you piece by piece but does not know where to start . your trapped with no one to talk to as your mother works for another master .

16 September 1759

My master says I should be grateful as people of my kind are treated worse . Sometimes I am lost for words when he says this , the brutality lurking in his heart makes me shudder . My skin is full of scars that can be healed but on the inside their is something so painful that will never be healed .