Black Lit
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- "Swing low, sweet chariothoming for to carry me home"
- “Okay, I support you mama. I’m sorry this happened to you. We will get through this” I said with anger towards Master Adams, not her.
- A few weeks later, I went to church with Grandmother. This time they sang “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”. That has to be my favorite song so far. I couldn’t help but notice the words this time. “I looked over Jordan and what did I see, coming for to carry me home.” I love the song so much I sang it on my way home.
- Once I got home I realized Mama packed up some of our things. As soon as she noticed me, she said, “Rose baby, we’re leaving tonight. Do not tell not one person. I need to get somewhere safe before the baby is born.” I wasn’t surprised, Master doesn’t believe he is the father of the child she is carrying.
- I told myself I was ready, but I didn’t know if that was true.Once it hits 12AM, Mama and I leave the cabin to meet with other slaves on the plantation. We kept quiet as best as we could since paroles are still out at this time. Every noise made made me more nervous.
- I don't know how long we've been walking for. We have no watch and it's still dark outside. I started humming "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". Everyone started joining in softly so we don't get caught. Then suddenly we heard dogs and horses. "Mama, Mama you hear that?" I whisper. "Everyone let's move faster to the river." mama says.
- We tried as best as possible , all you heard was splash and panting and dogs chasing. We saw flash lights and parole officers coming closer to the edge of the river. I never ran so fast in my life. Fear was flowing through my veins. Once we got to the other side I felt nothing but fear and relief. They won't be able to smell us now.
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