MANVEER KAUR READING

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MY DEATH BED

After running away from Pennsylvania in the middle colonials I had came to New York and also came up a game plan to help me survive in this new world. It was a very risky idea but I had to do it, I decided that I would lurk or conceal my real identity of a black slave and cover myself to turn my skin into white. On my previous journey I planned I would work as a slave for an owner for about three to four months and steal a bottle of white powder and escape but before that I would first cover myself up. But what I really desire was to have a profession or a position to show everyone that yes I am a slave but I am considered the value as all the whites do. So as I planned I have done and no one had the slightest idea who was ever sitting next to time to time. Also I had finally decided about what I was going to do about the rest of my life and that was to become a nurse and I decided to help Sofia too, by giving her a good eduational career. So when I about thirty-five I had the ability of helping people while they were in need.. Also I decided to join the amry to work as a army nurse who works like a buzzing bummblebee. I helped cure things like virus spending to place to place or maybe while the war soilders got fractures. Until while helping a soilder I came out into my little cottage and took of my white makeup and suddenly my skin had became brown,bold, and boring again and I felt a sudden tap on my shoulder and heard a strong voice of a man. Youre the run away slave! How dare run away and what is this white powder left on your skin, You have been convicted of a run away

slave and not just that you have been convicted for cloning yourself as a white. Youre under arrest and noting will tesify! I did not know who this person was but I could sense him being trouble for me as much trouble as a skunk at a lawn party would be.. Until I reached a high profile prision where I was held captured and noticfied that that man was spy or hacker of the Jacksons family who was here to look into the new plantation they started in Newv York.. Days past and news sprend throughtout every slave and every white that Abbay ran away. Until one day the spicemen had gotten a message from Mr.Jackson saying, The only way to stop these rumors and cynical comments made by public is to kill the ignominious woman from our lives. So it was decisioned that in a shap they will be hanging me and I knew I was reaching the deaths door! Then suddenly I felt a object on my head and when I turned around in a quick glimse I could tell it was one of the Jacksons hackers but in time I could ask follow up questions that man shot me right in the ribs. The pain is like liquid metal running through my veins. In time I was in my death bed the bullet was removed but I knew there were really less chances for me survive. I knew I was dieing but I was happy because I was dying as know to be a white that had freedom, got eduation, feed and had money to care for Sofia. I had no regrets from life and my last words for Sofia will always remind her of me, We will always be free andI will always be with you.