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S: Markenya's Portfolio

BC: By : Markenya Martin

FC: Markenya's Portfolio

1: Emma's Photo's

2: Emma's Poems ---------->

3: You're the reason for these butterflies That are fluttering uncontrollable inside of me These butterflies will never calm They've taken over my whole body You're the reason for this smile That brightens my whole face This smile will never frown You've unknowingly became my all You make me feel alive once again You've erased my past with just a touch Chased my fears with just one glance You broke my mold with that first kiss I thought my happiness was forbidden Until you took my world and killed my demons Read into all my deepest dreams And gave them beautiful wings You're the reason I believe in love

4: Ode You’re my bestfriend My life My grace My miracle My heart My soul My Every thing Without you, I’m nothing Your words of advice Your presence in my life Your admiring eyes You wipe away my tears You help deal with my fears All the things that help me realize that you are ... MY BESTFRIEND

5: Teenage Dream Your the reason I smile When I hear your voice I blush When your around, my world feels complete I don’t what i'd do without you When I need you, your there for me No matter where “there“ might be Your a teenage dream Your my love to be : )

6: I don’t understand I don’t understand why life has to end I don’t understand why people are even born I don’t understand why death isn’t an option But most of all, I don’t understand. How people can affect the world so dramatically How do people expect to live in a world full of hate? But what I do understand is Death is part of life Life never be perfect

7: I Am I am unique and talented I wonder does anyone think how I think I hear stars screaming my name I see stars spelling out my name I want to become successful I am unique and talented I pretend I’m famous I feel like I’m in a cartoon I touch new heights I worry I’ll lose the best thing that ever happened to me I cry when I think of my cousin I am famous I understand dreams become reality I say I’m the future I dream of being an idol I try to make sense of my dreams I hope that one day my dreams will come true I am reality

8: All of us slaves were a family. we stuck by each other side through it all. We know what it's like to be in each other shoes. We know how hard it is being ... us.

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11: Emma's Diary Entries ----->

12: The next morning, Harriet and I were working inside, cooking for the Mistress who wouldn’t eat the overcooked food. She said it was because it wasn’t made from love but from force so she insisted that we eat it since we made it. Master didn’t like that, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Mistress wasn’t going to let him take advantage of us no more! Every blazing hot night as I lay on this bed of hay, I get annoyed by it poking me and causing me pain. Immense poultry are everywhere! It looks like a confusing puzzle when you enter the slave quarters. Slaves everywhere tired and untamed and then there is me. Helpless and miserable. I can’t stand to live in this hell hole. Our home is dangerous; the fire has to stay lit every night. Master don’t like that at all, but it’s the least he can do to stay warm. Frightened and dizzy, I walked down every row and picked cotton all night. It was hot and awful. It’s awful to know that at the end of the day I’m not going home to rest, but to a poor kept house and be uncomfortable every night. Our home is miniature and not big enough for me, mama, and papa. We all need our space from each other. Not the space of being separated and too never see each other again.

13: The doors are loose and ready to fall down. The windows damaged and crooked and they don’t keep heat in. the slave quarters are usually noisy from the kids crying all night. There is always a faint moan coming from the infirmary. Everything we need to survive in the slave quarters is broken. Glass, hay, and ripped clothing scattered everywhere. Our cabin is weak and cannot withstand heavy winds and rain. Master won’t let Papa fix it. Everything old fashioned, creepy, and dirty. All we can hope is that mistress Fanny will change everything.

14: Dear Mistress Henfield, I think it’s really unfair that you convinced Master Butler to sell me. He really didn’t want to. He knows that this had to make my mother and father really upset at him, and that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. Master Butler would have hated for my mother and father to be mad at him because he was like family to us. But every since he sold me, I hate his guts. I think you would understand why I feel this way. It’s not like I just decided to hate him like he decided to sell me. This was a big step from respecting Master Butler, to hating Master Butler. I honestly think you should sell me back to him it would make me extremely happy. I feel as if I was the best thing that ever happened to Master Butler. I took care of his daughters when Mistress left and he should have thanked me for that, but he never did. Maybe if you sold me back and I work harder for him he’ll realize it and stop treating me like I was nothing. He probably would even take back all the mean stuff he ever did to us. I don’t think it was a good idea for us to be sold anyway. Just think about is Mistress. If your precious daughter was sold into slavery, how would that make you feel?

15: It couldn’t make you feel good, seeing that you love that girl with all your heart. It must feel good to have me here taking care of here when you can’t. You’re doing a perfect job as a mother and no one can change that. So having slaves around shouldn’t be a way for you to raise her. You don’t want her to grow up and be a cruel person, do you? I don’t think so. She’s a beautiful young girl and you should treat her with respect and having slaves isn’t any respect for her or yourself, one bit! Maybe you should consider selling me and Joe back to Master Butler, he really deserves it, being that he sold hundreds of his to someone else. When you bought me that day was it because I could take care of your daughter or was it because you knew Master really wanted me to stay? I really think it was because you knew it would break Master if he sold me away. Mistress, please consider selling me back to Master. I would oh so gladly appreciate it. Sincerely, Emma

16: NOW I’m sitting in my room thinking about where I’d be if I hadn’t chipped my little sister’s tooth and got myself on punishment. I don’t exactly WHY I didn’t it but it sure did feel good letting her know who was boss. I felt bad about it after, but I remember thinking (Right after I did it.) “She won’t mess with me again!” NOW My little sister is knocking at my door crying about wanting to go to the dentist and a whole bunch of other nonsense. I wanted to tell her to shut up and get off my door, but I didn’t because I realized how quiet my mom’s room was, so I knew she was listening. Well maybe I can tell her to mind her business before I chip her tooth too, but before that thought could even run through my head I realized. “That is my mom, and it isn’t that much disrespect in the world!” So I’m just sitting here writing, writing about my life story. NOW I’m having second thoughts about the way I feel about my family. I can’t help but to feel like they owe me something, I just can’t out what. I’ve been on hot rocks with my mother lately. They owe me love, they owe me time, they owe me courage, and faith.

17: THEN I remember it was a rainy Saturday night my mom had just got off work. There was an argument between my mom and older sister so I sat up in my bed and listened. When I heard exactly what my sister was saying I began to cry. It was only after they stopped arguing that I figured out why I was crying. THEN She was saying a whole bunch of stuff about how we were raised and who ACTUALLY raised us. She was in the backyard with my stepdad and he was trying to calm her down, but he stood no chance. She was saying how when we were younger our only parents were Uncle Sci, Uncle Motor, Uncle Cee, Uncle Rahkim and Esco. She was saying that the reason why we were so tough is because we were raised by men and that we had no choice but to be. That really got me thinking.

18: Ever since Mistress Fanny been here she been talking a lot about us slaves being free and about helping us out. All I can think of is how long we’ll be free and what it’s going to be like. The heat here is unbearable. The pain from working from sun up to sun down is unbelievable. And one day, I overheard Mistress Fanny and the Master talking about the agony this makes us feel. “Pierce, why do you treat these people as if they are nothing more then, dirt on the bottom of your shoe?” Mistress asked. “‘Cause they’re not. If they were they’d be white.” Pierce answered, obviously annoyed. “They’re human beings Pierce!” Mistress hissed. Mistress was right, we are human beings! Later that night, I shared the conversation I had overheard with Joe in the quarters. “Only if Master knew what it was like to be us.” I told Joe. He didn’t even bother to look at me or reply when I said that. He was too busy thinking about why the Mistress was so nice to us. Joe didn’t trust that she was actually there to help us. Instead he thought that she was there to get us in more trouble than we can imagine. Joe do you think we’ll ever be free?” I questioned. “Free?” he laughed. “Only way we’ll be “free” is by death” We cut the conversation short because we were working in the field and the overseer was coming our way. We knew that Master Butler didn’t want us thinking about being free or even knowing what freedom was. The overseer came by and cracked one of the slaves in the next row with a whip because she was moving too slow. She had a baby on her back. The whip missed the baby by about an inch, but that didn’t keep the baby from crying. The overseer screamed at her and told her to “shut that nigger up before I give it a reason to cry!” The lady quickly made the baby stop crying, but the overseer was still mad about it so he hit her again with the whip. This time she collapsed. I don’t know why they can’t see how hard it is to work all year around in this heat. I never told Joe but one day while he was sleeping I tried to escape. When I got off the plantation I heard horses galloping my way, so I turned around and ran back to the slave quarters. Master saw me and questioned me as to where I was coming from. “Checking on the crops,” I lied, but he seemed to believe me and never said a word about it again.

19: to believe me and never said a word about it again. To this day I wonder why I tried to leave but, I honestly don’t know. I would never want to leave Joe here on the plantation alone I don’t know what got into me that night. I just wanted to be gone and never look back. I know if I would have left, Joe would have received 100 lashes. That’s enough to kill a man. From that day, I promised myself that I would never do anything that stupid again but, sooner or later I’ll have to. Slavery just isn’t what I see in my future, neither do I see it in Joe’s. The next morning, Harriet and I were working inside, cooking for the Mistress who wouldn’t eat the overcooked food. She said it was because it wasn’t made from love but from force so she insisted that we eat it since we made it. Master didn’t like that, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Mistress wasn’t going to let him take advantage of us no more! Every blazing hot night as I lay on this bed of hay, I get annoyed by it poking me and causing me pain. Immense poultry are everywhere! It looks like a confusing puzzle when you enter the slave quarters. Slaves everywhere tired and untamed and then there is me. Helpless and miserable. I can’t stand to live in this hell hole. Our home is dangerous; the fire has to stay lit every night. Master don’t like that at all, but it’s the least he can do to stay warm. Frightened and dizzy, I walked down every row and picked cotton all night. It was hot and awful. It’s awful to know that at the end of the day I’m not going home to rest, but to a poor kept house and be uncomfortable every night. Our home is miniature and not big enough for me, mama, and papa. We all need our space from each other. Not the space of being separated and too never see each other again. The doors are loose and ready to fall down. The windows damaged and crooked and they don’t keep heat in. the slave quarters are usually noisy from the kids crying all night. There is always a faint moan coming from the infirmary. Everything we need to survive in the slave quarters is broken. Glass, hay, and ripped clothing scattered everywhere. Our cabin is weak and cannot withstand heavy winds and rain. Master won’t let Papa fix it. Everything old fashioned, creepy, and dirty. All we can hope is that mistress Fanny will change everything.

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