A Picture of Freedom The Diary of Clotee, a Slave Girl

Day or two later Freedom is one of the first words I teached myself to write. Down in the Quarters people pray for freedom-they sing 'bout freedom, but to keep Mas' Henley from knowin' their true feelings, they call freedom "heaven." Everybody's mind is on freedom. But it is a word that aine never showed me no picture. While fannin' this afternoon, my eyes fell on"freedom" in a book William was readin'. No wonder I don't see nothin." I been spellin' it F-R-E-D-U-M.I put the letters right in my fead to make sure I remembered their place. F-R-E-E-D-O-M.I just now wrote it. Still no picture.