Can anyone hear my cries ?

Someone should have told me that my father would abandon me 

Someone should have told me that there would be days that i'd go hungry

Someone should have told me that no one believes the 6 year old who cries rape

Someone, anyone, yet no one. 

I wish someone would have told me there would be days that i would have to boil pots of water to bathe

Someone should have told me my mother would get cancer, twice.

Someone should have warned me that i would never have a permanent home to call my own because we aren't and never will be rich.

Can anyone hear me ? Why didn't anyone save me?

If i knew then what i know now I would be proud of my black skin.

Proud to be a woman, happy to live. 

Less suicidal living in fear that one day, i will raise kids of my own in the same way.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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