Childhood Nightmare
My eyes are but a hazel green,
lost in the mist of screams.
Who am I?
I won't tell you,
if I did,
you wouldn't even hear me.
I am,
in your mind,
expendable.
What would it hurt,
if you lost me?
I am a nameless worker.
If you tell me to cook,
I cook,
If you tell me to clean,
I clean,
If you tell me to walk,
I walk,
and,
If you decided to take my innocence,
I could not stop you.
You?
You, own me.
I am a young girl trapped,
by your greed,
envy,
lust,
and power.
I am there
yet,
I am not.
I have a face
but,
I have no face.
For I am,
a young slave girl,
who never really was there.
By:
Rachel A. Harris