When did my back become your ladder

My spine, the steps

My tan from the dirt wiped off from the bottom of your feet

When I yelled from the pain you did not look down

My tears were like water under a bridge

My screams were drowned out by your pride

When you finally looked down you did not like what you were seeing

My back worn out, eyes sore

My hair aged white and weary

When I asked you to listen to me why what you did was wrong, you told me to get over it

My opinion did not matter

My voice silenced forever

Does my life matter in the hands of my oppressor?