Hurt
They did not like me,
despised my appearance,
Insulted my culture,
Disgusted by my opinions,
Jealous of my tounge,
and sick of my being
So they pushed me around,
reminded me daily
how unworthy I was
They did not want me
in their land.
I did not understand,
It brutally hurt me,
destroyed me mentally,
drained me emotionally
and left me paralyzed
They slapped me as they pleased,
and found joy in my pain.
They did not like me,
they despised me.
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