Heirloom Plantation

We were taught how our country was started. The lessons our country learned from decisions and actions taken.
Remember everything you were taught and erase it from your mind.
My name is Wood. I’m a white, cotton picking slave. I tasted the freedom for a moment, and it was grand. But as the saying went, ‘Born a slave and you’ll die a slave’. What I wasn’t prepared for was how much my life would change when I was taken to the Heirloom Plantation.
This is my untold story of life before freedom. My life of chains and cotton. When the black people ruled the plantations and the white race picked the cotton. Lawd have mercy.