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.
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