Monologues About Slavery

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I just was whipped. Nobody cares. Nobody cares that I’m wounded, hurt, bleeding. If you are wondering, my slave name is Lewis. But people call me other things. Bad things. I don’t feel like talking about them. My life was fine until I was taken from my home in Africa. They took my whole family, including me, on a boat, to America. Speaking of family, my owners are selling me, moving me to a new home, and I will probably never see the again. It’s normal, you know. My mom, dad, everybody said this would happen. It’s a cruel world. I do a lot of work outside. I live in Georgia. I would be called a um… I forgot the word. We don’t really get an education, as a slave. I work in the fields, picking cotton. My clothes get all shaggy. But I have

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