He works me
He hurts me
He hates me
He rapes me
They buy me
They sell me
they brake me
they shake me
I was a beautiful queen I ruled an entire tribe
But they have made it very clear
that those days have died
(Dear People, this poem is not comp; ete yet.)
Jamal Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mind-of-a-slave-woman/
