You’ve whipped me, you’ve beaten me.. You’ve seen the blood on my skin.

You’ve hurt me, you’ve thrown me.. Then tomorrow you’ve done  it again.

You’ve taken all that’s left of me, and thrown it straight through the drain.

I work every day of my life, ignoring all this pain.

 

These purple blue bruises underneath my brown eyes,

Are covered by a face with tears that I cry.

Blood dripping from my arms, there’s none inside.

There’s no escape from this pain, too many times I have tried.

 

I sleep outside, I don’t sleep in the house.

The insects have eaten me, inside and out.

You can see all the marks, their all throughout.

I can’t even speak, I’m not allowed.

 

My body is ill, but I am property.

I am not human, you’ve taught me I’m nothing.

In this world I was in, I was tryna be something.

But I was discriminated, I couldn’t be anything.

 

My son, my daughter, they’re not here today.

I held em’ so close, I remember that day.

You covered my mouth, I had nothing to say.

I’ve done so much for you, this is how I’m repaid.

 

You took them both.. Their grasp  so tight..

I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t fight.

They weren’t even yours, they were  both mine.

I couldn’t keep my children, I had no rights.

 

These clothes that you’ve given, they’re starting to rip.

You can see all the damage, you can see my skin.

I sleep with the dogs, that’s where I live.

You can see all the bite marks, you can see what they did.

 

You can see all the bruises, you can see all the dirt.

You can see all the blood showing  right through my shirt.

You can see all the damage, you can see that I’m hurt.

But you don’t know the feeling of suffering in this hell that I lurk.

 

You don’t need to know me, you don’t need my name.

You can see who I am from this body I claim.

You can see I’m not worth it, you can see there’s no shame.

You can see what I am, but you won’t know my pain.

 

I’m filled disease, how do I survive?

You wouldn’t even care if tomorrow I’m dead or alive.

You probably wouldn’t notice, you’d leave me outside.

With my dead body on the floor as the days pass by.

 

I am a comparison between dirt and shit.

I don’t even  care whichever one it is.

I’ve learned not to care, I just wake up and live.

Wishing for a better tomorrow…. But that’s no more than wish.

 

Who am I? Well, I wonder myself.

I am inhuman unlike everyone else.

I am trapped in this room behind these dark cells..

Fighting and crying, with no way to get out...