The Scars I have, A damn shame

What should I say
Maybe nothing at all
Can you hear it in my voice
See it in my eyes
The pain that's been caused
The scars that I have arent for the naked eye to see
Not on my arm or leg
Let's try deeper for they cause me to beg
"Love me please
  Show me what it is
     Give me one example
     of how it supposed to feel"
Crazy thoughts run through my mind
Hatred and suicide
Read slowly and listen delicately
And my cry for help you just may find
Sometimes I run
Down the street and over the car I go
Falling into the pits of my pain rocking to and fro
Sitting in the darkness of my hell
Shouting for help to no avail
Kicking screaming and bleeding
No one seems to hear my cry
I need to just sit there and die
You know I think it would be okay
If two drunken racist white men thrust themseleves inside me
Ever so forcefully
Calling me a nigger to die for
Saying I am their little black whore
As they take turns pounding me more
Or maybe have a man that abuses me and call me outta my name
Dont stop me this poem wont be tamed
Have him drag me by my hair to then end of the hall
Then beat me until he falls
We both lie there exhausted
I am the one beaten battered and bruised
I think it would be okay if those were the rules
I say this because it would be my way of taking away the pain
Women and girls who have been robbed of their lives and joy
Because of men who lusted them like a boy does a new toy
But sadly for me and them the pain still remains
What a damn shame