1800’ slavery
Step after step, trying to regain consciousness after getting hit again after again. My energy was completely drained from all the whipping. I looked over my shoulders; this was going to be the worst scar yet. As I was trying to focus on my loss of energy instead of the pain from my back, I was hit on the back of my head, it was the guard. The guard had a worn down brown shirt, a pair of black, solid horse shoes to kick us with and worst of all, a smirk on his face signalling anything but good. As I fell on my knees, he planted his boots on my back; I could feel the pain all across my body. The slaves nearby could do nothing but look and to be completely honest… I probably would have done the same. The guard grabbed my neck while …show more content…
As I was running and stumbling over myself, I could hear the barks of the dogs. As I was running between the close trees my left eye got hit by branch. The wound was not serious, but enough to make the blood blind me for some time. I could almost feel their breaths on my neck. I ran and ran as fast as I never had done before. Suddenly I got tackled by a dog, as its master was getting closer to me I could see that it was the owner himself. He looked at me for a few seconds with his rifle tightly in his hands; thereafter he hit me directly in the forehead with it.
When I woke up I saw that I was locked up in a cell. The temperature inside the cell was intense, so intense that you would think that you could perhaps be able to cook food in here. The door got opened and they took me outside. I was sat on a horse knowing well what would happen now. As I was coming closer to the noose, I wanted to think about all the unjust that had happened, but the only thing I could think about was all that I didn’t get to do. Eating pie, making a family and live a life without regrets.
As I put my head in and was ready to get lynched, I saw my life pass before me and took a last good
Step after step, trying to regain consciousness after getting hit again after again. My energy was completely drained from all the whipping. I looked over my shoulders; this was going to be the worst scar yet. As I was trying to focus on my loss of energy instead of the pain from my back, I was hit on the back of my head, it was the guard. The guard had a worn down brown shirt, a pair of black, solid horse shoes to kick us with and worst of all, a smirk on his face signalling anything but good. As I fell on my knees, he planted his boots on my back; I could feel the pain all across my body. The slaves nearby could do nothing but look and to be completely honest… I probably would have done the same. The guard grabbed my neck while …show more content…
As I was running and stumbling over myself, I could hear the barks of the dogs. As I was running between the close trees my left eye got hit by branch. The wound was not serious, but enough to make the blood blind me for some time. I could almost feel their breaths on my neck. I ran and ran as fast as I never had done before. Suddenly I got tackled by a dog, as its master was getting closer to me I could see that it was the owner himself. He looked at me for a few seconds with his rifle tightly in his hands; thereafter he hit me directly in the forehead with it.
When I woke up I saw that I was locked up in a cell. The temperature inside the cell was intense, so intense that you would think that you could perhaps be able to cook food in here. The door got opened and they took me outside. I was sat on a horse knowing well what would happen now. As I was coming closer to the noose, I wanted to think about all the unjust that had happened, but the only thing I could think about was all that I didn’t get to do. Eating pie, making a family and live a life without regrets.
As I put my head in and was ready to get lynched, I saw my life pass before me and took a last good