Broken

Mister why did you hurt me the way that u did. you made me take off my clothes & dance in the mirror, while u and your friends cheered. I have never felt so low in my life, picking cotton is better than being feeled on by grown men. feeled on by strange men, taken advantage of me because i am a young black slave. who was sold by her parents in return who got paid. I lay here on this cold damp floor. crying out loud to be held and loved by my family who I love the most in this world. what more can i say but that I am BROKEN.