My Life As A Slave Analysis

Since birth, I was taught that I would live out my life working in the cotton fields . For years, I believed I was bound within these borders of this plantation and face the suffering my family and others have felt before me. That was until I heard rumors of escaping to the “promised land” through an Underground Railroad. At the first opportunity I am ready to go. However, I want to take my mother with me, but unfortunately, that is not possible. My mother is my whole world and has gone through so much to keep me by her side. I am the only family she has left as my father was separated from us when I was very young and my sisters have been sold off to other masters. My mother works as a house servant taking care of our master’s children; with …show more content…
I believed him because he once was a slave himself and was only posing as one to gain access to slaves in the plantation. He told us we would have to wait for the right opportunity. “Timing was everything,” he said. He learned from another conductor named Harriet that winter was a better time to escape when daylight was shorter. Finally, on a cold winter Saturday night , it was time for our escape. After everyone is asleep, John, a few other field hands, and I sneak out of our cabin and head toward the forest near the plantation. I run and run through the trees gathering distance from myself and my former home. We waited in the forest for what seemed like hours, when a covered wagon arrived. John told us to get in and that it will bring us somewhere safe to stay in the morning. We arrived at a barn which John called a “station” where we were given food and word was sent to help us get to our next stop. While we waited, I thought of my mother waking up that day knowing I was gone. I worry about what will happen to my mother when my master finds out I have ran away. The last thing she says to me will be something I will always remember. My mother insisted that I should not to worry about her. She said that if she will suffer any sort of punishment, she will suffer in happiness knowing I am