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