Slave girl - Patricia C McKissack

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 the 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 right letters in my head to make sure I remembered their
place. F-R-E-E-D-O-M. I just wrote it. Still no picture...