My Life as A Slave

Well I shall start with ma name which has been Siana Baker and I think im bout eighty seven years old. It was bout thirty years ago that I used to live with my master Mr.Smith when i wus a slave he would have never cared of how weak we was he would just whop us for any reason. I member once that I forgot to turn his room candles off he just called me in and said “you dirty black trash come here and put yo knees on that floor” I wus scared! I knew from other times that I couldn't look up because the whoop ping would have been worse. Mr. Smith would stop beatting on me when he would notice that I couldn’t get myself up no longer and that I was filled with blood all over. I had no right to go give a visit to no doctor so I had to work any ways right after I got myself cleaned up and he waited there till I was done changing and made me go back to work. Which was to cook, clean every place in the house, and pick food on the plantations. I had to work every single hour of the day and wus allowed to sleep one hour if Mr. Smith wus feeling in a good mood. I was always tired but I couldn’t do anything about it. All I had hope for was to wait for all of us slaves to be freed which there were rumors that it was gonna be soon. I was happy because from what my mother told me my older sister died because her master killed her but she never mentioned why. I wished that freedom would go on because i know nothing bout writing and i could have gone to school but it was too late.

I member that it was one of those white folks that gives announcements that said to the town that from that day on all the slaves should be freed I was crying for all that excitement I couldn’t believe it I left the plantation that instance. I went to live with my little sister which lived down town of Virginia which was were I meet my husband and had my wonderful three daughters.I want I want my grandchildren to read this letter so they can know what I went trough and how hard life was when I was a slave and mistreated. They have to know how lucky they are to live in a life so different than what I did. This way all ma grandchildren would learn not to give up on life because I didn’t so they shouldn’t either.