“Deprived of my shackles, I was unable to find my balance and I tottered like a woman drunk on cheap liquor. I had to learn how to speak again, how to communicate with my fellow creatures, and no longer be content with a word here and there. I had to learn how to look them in the eyes again. I had to learn how to do my hair again now that it had become a tangle of untidy snakes hissing around my head. I had to rub ointments on my dry, cracked, skin, which had become like a badly tanned hide. Few people have the misfortune to be born twice.” WitchesIncarcerationSalem Witch TrialsTitubaReentryJustice Involved WomenReentry ProblemsReturning Citizen Book:I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem Source: I, Tituba, Black Witch of Salem