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I am a slave. There is absolutely nothing that I can do to change my position so I have chosen to accept it. I am old now and I was foolish to ever believe that I could escape the restrictions of slavery and become a free man. I was born on a Virginian tobacco plantation. My mother had come across from Africa when she was seventeen and had me a few years later. I learned that a few months before I was born my father had been sold to a plantation 30 miles away. My mother rarely talked about it. Having lived most of her life as a free woman, she was destined to evade the confinements of slavery by any means. One night, when I was seven years old, she woke me up in the middle of the night and told me that we were leaving. I had known for a while that this day was coming so I was not very surprised. We quietly tip toed out of the barn and made our way through the fields and into the woods. We walked for seven hours without rest. Along the way my mother never stopped talking about the opportunities that we would have as free folks in the North where there was no such thing as slavery.
Approximate Word count = 777
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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