The Mind Of A Slave Woman Poem by Jamal Brown

The Mind Of A Slave Woman



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.)

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Jamal Brown

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Lexigton, S.C.
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