Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We before my eyes and nightmares oHistory Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We f the next agonising day. We are stuHistory Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We ck on this boat with the only chance of escape being deaHistory Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We th. We History Homework-Slave diary
Dear Diary,
They brought us out on deck again today, Another 12, gone. Mama almost was dragged down by an ill one. He grabbed her shoulder to try and stay on the boat and looked into her eyes. She was the last person he ever saw... I don’t know where any of my family was taken apart from my mama. She stayed with me. When we were taken the white men tied us up and whipped us all lots of times. We walked for 3 days with only stops for sleep. The journey was horrible and exhausting; I am only 11 so my legs gave way many, many times. My Journey was not the worst though... The man chained to me walked for 20 days before he got to the baracoons and he was kept there for over a year!
We are beaten every day for doing nothing. I don’t know if this journey is ever going to end, my mama sins me songs to help me get to sleep. But I can never hear her over the horrific sounds of women screaming and men dying. When I do manage to sleep, my dreams are filled with the horrors I have seen before my eyes and nightmares of the next agonising day. We are stuck on this boat with the only chance of escape being death. We
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