Write me a poem about a time you felt exploited
Martha’s reply: (true story)
Teacher put me in front of the class
“What’s different about Martha?”
My classmates tore me down
Made fun of me
Destroyed my confidence
Destroyed my mental stability
I walked out in tears
Never an apology
Never knew why I was singled out
Only know that the words hurt
And it forever changed me
To be so exploited
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