They took us away,
Taught us their ways,
We stumbled upon so many things,
Neglected, abused, harmed, mistreated.
My old friends ran away whilst I stayed behind,
Neglected, abused, harmed, mistreated.
I saw my reflection in the mirror,
Horror struck,
My eyes were green,
My nose was small,
My hair was sleek and a shade of very light brown,
I slapped my face to wake myself up,
But the color of red on my cheeks was all I could see this time,
I punched the mirror to make that face go away,
But all I could see was the brown blood running down my hand,
Their blood.
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