A Slave Woman's Story

Ask me who I  am.
Ask me of my story
Pretend you care about my life
But ignore the scars on my body
I am but a shadow in the field
Haunted by those bloody whips I fear
Taunted by those freedom songs
Broken by tear stained years
I am a shadow of a human 
No, not even human, an animal
I'm a number
A price, a nobody, expendable
Look me in the face
And know that only we slaves
Will die alone with endless scars
And empty eyes in our last days
You asked me who I am
You thought you knew my story
You see the broken child inside
Only now it's too late to say I'm sorry


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