Personal Narrative: Whats In The Workplace

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I get up with a sore back from our lumpy beds and tears are already running down my face. I already know whats in store for today, a whole bunch of pain and work. I am a plantation worker so I have to be outside in the hot sun and pick cotton for hours, but i’m not going to complain, I am trying to see my wife and daughter and I can’t if my owner says no. So I rush out of bed but I can barely move because our owners have shoved about a dozen of us into one small raggedy hut. I walk outside and see someone getting whip over and over again but I restrain myself from helping him and from shedding a tear because if i do i’ll be next. I walk over to where the food is being served and what we are eating is what looks to be unwanted fruits and cornmeal

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