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A Slave From Africa

The old barn is empty. Everyone is working. I stare about the barn. My ankles, wrists and neck still have marks from the spikes on the shackles. I want to cry. How can this have happened to me? I hear the cracking of whips. The cries of slaves. I start to sing. It is a song of vast mountains, wild animals, campfires, stars and African gods. I raise my head and sing louder of freedom and love. Tears run down my cheeks. I close my eyes and hope that one day I will once again be able to run free.

by Mia Padmanabhan (11)
Bearsden Primary School, Glasgow

Competition - Once Upon a Time

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