A Broken Child
Mama, where are you going?
Where are your tears flowing?
Mama, I'm scared.
Why do you let this man do these things to you?
Mama, I'm just a child.
My porcelain skin is stained black and blue.
Mama, I don't like this man.
I ain't a fan.
Mama, please protect me.
I am just a child.
But so are you...
Mama, I'm just a child.
YOWO.