by Harmony Brookes
He said I was filthy and wicked. He said it would make me pure. I was only five years old...Enslaved by their white foster family, the only love and affection Harmony and her two sisters experienced came from each other. When Harmony attempted to get help nobody believed her...until it was too late. The three little girls were emotionally shattered by the abuse and only Harmony survived to tell this tragic tale....
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