Slave Girl
Sarah, Age 10, New York, NY

I stretched my arms wide. The sunshine was pouring through the door. My name is Sasha. I am a slave girl on the Rookwitch plantation in Virginia. This is my story of slavery.

I limped my way to the fields. The day before, I was chased by the master's dog, Fury. The master's name is John. I must say he is a monster. He whips, he yells, he threatens. The Good Lord must love me to let me still be alive. Momma died and Poppa died. I'm left with an old woman named Ms. Dusty and that's all.

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