Slave Narrative (The Life Of Wilson)

Ima bout to tell ya'll ma story I dont members much but ima tell ya'll what I does remembers. Well befo I tells ya'll anythang ima tell ya'll ma name ma names Wilson. What I members is that ise from Alabama. Slave days was real bad ya'll. Ise be workin in them fields pickin cotton fo the master to trades wit others. The master had lots of us slaves workin them fields since a lil befo the sun come out to a lil befo it go down sometimes he woulnt gives us notin to eat on. Wese were hungry most o the time. I memebers that ise try to scape once. Let me tell ya'll what happend. I members it was piiiitch dark outside ise runnin from where ise sleep in a cabin outside it was like a lil house fo us slaves. Now i didnt members that the master had some o them bloodhounds theys start barkin while ise tryin to clim up the fence. Now the master comes out and checks them cabins he notice ise missin, an he start lookin round fo me. He gave to one o them bloohounds a rag ise left at the cabin to sniff it. Ise waitin sittin by a tree fo them to leave inside so ise could try to climb again but the bloodhound fount me an ise start screamin because it was bittin on me.it had bit one of ma fingers off an when the master fountme he took me in the room where he would have slaves whipped with a long wet whip. This was ma first time bein whiped beside i had ma finger bitten off he still whipped me. He nearly had whiped me to death he still made me work in them cotton fiels next monin wit ma finger bitten off. He thn warned them slaves not to try what ise done o he will do the exact same thang or worse. After that ma slave life went worse ise was checked upon all the time now ise coulnt try to scape no moe even though ise wanted to. That was the thang ise wanted the most ise wanted to escape an be a free slave. After ise noticed ise not able to scape ise found ma self a lady. Her names be clarissa. We had 2 young beautiful chillen. We named one a boy wilson just like his daddy an the other a girl we name her flower. The master I hpoe now he fryin in hell he sold ma chillen he sold wilson ma boy he sol him to a mean master named curtis he sold him bout the time he was 3 years old. He sold clarissa to another master bot when she was 2 years old. Ma wife clarissa was whiped to death after she tried to stop the master from sellin flower. (scuse the tears ya'll). After the master did that to ma family he kilt himself he hanged himself in the room where he kilt ma wfie clarissa an dhere he would whipp all the other slaves. After he kilt himself we were free slaves we could now do whtaever we whanted to. ise left to nother area of alabama. I built maself a lil home near a lil river. Ise teach maself to write an read an ise start to write stories of real slaves that ise know while ise a slave. Ma dream of bein a freed slave came true jus comes to show you how if you work at things what could happen.