There is no secrets

CHAPTER ONE

In the beginning a lie could kill you , but holding the truth could hurt you.

There wasn’t many people who lived to see the next day after mister arrived , he had died so sudden .his daughter in law was given the estate under her sons name , he was to young to run it himself. She was a saint , the hole family was if you ask me.

Us slaves never got to speak, they say every time we speak. Us negros lie just about anything. They think they know us but they don’t know us .

One night I snuck off to the lake for some fresh air . I could’ve just baved In the water , the weather that night was just perfect . I knew I wont allowed, and if I had gotten caught they would’ve beaten the life in me.

I hadn’t been caught that night , but I did get beat the next day .

It mattered to nobody , I bet if we all gained on these white folks , weed win. Nobody thought like me on Fancher’s lawn , they would beat us everyday. We aren’t allowed to think , sleep or eat , without permission . we sleep on straw because Massa think we to dirty to sleep on cushions, we mines well be cattle I bet id be more happier then now.

They just don’t understand what it dose to us , if I could take that damn whip ,id stretch it father then the moon and whip this hole world in pieces.

If masa thought I could beat him , he would’ve been gotten rid of me , but they done scared us black folks shitless. My mother was snatched from her home by someone of our color, she said when she saw that black man after the white folks were chasing her . she was so happy , she thought she was safe . she ran into that man arms and he just locked her away and brought her right back to the white folks and they strikes her down completely .

After ,they went to her village and burned all of our houses down , they left the children and snatched our families, at least the ones they thought were valuable.

She never told me what happened on that boat, she left that one out on purpose .ill tell you this , if you ever find yourself on a boat, you better jump. Don’t swim until u reach the bottom of the sea only then my baby will you be free. That’s what my mother told me.now I’m passing it onto you .if your ever see yourself on the sea do not wait and take a leap.

My mothers words ran through my brain now that I’m on this boat. I didn’t have the time to free myself ,I cant swim . we have been stuck in this room for days and I haven’t had water . I see why my mother said for me to jump , there’s more dead in here ,then there was out there.

I’m being sold today and I’m not happy about it, I wanted to fight but the last time I opened my eyes, they were wiped shut. I think there are more people dying from pain than there for are from having no air. it smells like an old mans ass crack. if this is the smell of dead, I don’t want to be the one to die.

There’s a child next to me surviving off her mother’s milk . If I had no morals id been took me a sip , I’m exhausted , and all I can do is sleep.

Do you know how it feels to be somewhere , you don’t know .somewhere you never heard of, this is how it feels when we landed in this town.

It’s my time , I’m being sold right now , and I am scared . There was a mother who was snatched from her children . There was someone who was beaten dead ,for not moving . who would want a broken slave to work for them.

Fifty-nine dollars, for this one here , these big breast could become your pillow tonight. That’s how they sold us , like we were objects being advertised.

Maybe if I told them my mother was a witch, they would be too afraid to even touch me.

The look in the man eye, when he walks around us to see who would be sold next. that devilish look, almost made me puke. It killed me when that mother was separated from her Babygirl, they just threw the baby in a dump . The horrid screams runs threw my blood, and all I know.

Its my turn, there’s no need to fight or speak I’m going to be sold anyways, the uglier I look the less people who would want me..

Fix your face girl. that white man said to me, I just about spit in his. “This wench is just as ugly as her father its going for two-hundred” he said as he clutched his hands on my face.

Eventually someone bought me, it didn’t take long . I was sold to fenches plantation, were we black folks pick cotton until, we are sold again.

It’s just me and a few other slaves , ridding in the back of their horse I guess we should be grateful some were used to Carrie their masters , and some was forced to walk beside their Massa ride. We passed just about three big, beautiful houses before we came to a stop.

A big white three-story house, and a big white field. We came upon his wife and three children. We were close in age , but I suppose I was older .

His young daughter was pretty with red, crinkly hair , that clung to her knees . Her son had black short hair and freckles his eyes were huge , like he could see everything. I suppose the other son was illegitimate, he was the oldest and meanest . Probably because master wasn’t his farther . He had blond curly hair and he was tall and full of anger that he took out on his house slaves.

Alright folks, you clean , pick ,and cook . You understand me . You eat when I tell you to eat , you don’t wash ,s**t or piss unless I tell you. DO YOU UNDERSTAN. Massa said to us.

We weren’t allowed in the house unless Masa called on us , all of us was forced to work on the field , we did our work and he did his .

We were rewarded with food when we collected lots of good quality cotton, ones who didn’t collect enough, or they collected a bad source . They didn’t get to eat till morning , and on top of that they were beaten pretty bad .

I’m not used to work on the fields, but picking cotton wasn’t so bad. I’m used to use a small needle for blankets or clothes.

The field is ungratefully even, and the plants are full of cotton. anyone could mistake it for snow. Around this time of year it burning outside. I’d like to know where I am , its just a cool breeze here and no burning sun.

The other slaves here are nice and some just keep to themselves. Other then joe, he likes to get beat . He steals food from the kids and if they don’t listen ,he threatens to get their parents sold . joe gets beat just about every day but they can’t kill him , he makes the quality of the cotton real good.

Maybe I should get him, im better off without him anyways . If he steals my food , I’ll lay him in the middle of that field for maggots and bugs .

Mostly people here know god , I wish I knew god maybe my life would be better to have someone I could call on and lean my worries upon . my mother told me God is watching and he takes us to a better place, but she was killed the next day. Ever sense then I knew I didn’t have anybody but myself.

At night I find myself in the middle of the field, like right now . I wonder if this will be my death bed. The breeze is so cool . I wonder if this is how my mother felt when she came upon that lake.

HEY THERE, someone says. I ran through the field crouching as I go. if this man sees me ill be dead by morning. Suddenly ,something sharp made its way through my food . I held my mouth ,as screams carries threw the wind .

I wiggled the nail out of my foot, as I grab ahold of the ground beneath me .

That felt like death in many different ways, i can’t imagine how it would feel if that man got me . A long needle bout the size of my pinky made its way through my foot. I was gonna stand up and let him no Im here , but I refuse to die by this white man bullet.

The man footsteps become louder, as I sneak towards the cabin just about close to the field. I watch him as he looks for me, yelling “im gone get you bitch.”

It’s been less then and hour and he had gotten quiet, I don’t know if I should go inside or just go back to my spot .

As I open the door somebody grabs the back of my head forcing me to the ground “you little b***h “ he says as he pulls me up on my toes , holding my ground with a fist full of vengeance.

He pulls me close to his face, I can feel his hard breath coming up my nose .as I hold my breath . He looks as if he is examining my face . I scrunched up my nose making the ugliest face he has ever seen.

Your ugly wench fix your face , cant you speak” he says as me shakes me . He put me down and held his fist into the air .

Everything went black.