But I now entered on my fifteenth year - a sad epoch in the life of a slave...
The beautiful spring came and when Nature resumes her loveliness the human...
But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She...
There is a great difference between Christianity and religion at the south....
Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation till the grave...
There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over...
It requires greater courage to preserve inner freedom to move on in one's inward journey into new realms than to stand defiantly for outer freedom. It is often easier to play the martyr as it is to be rash in battle.