story of a female prisoner

I have no other memories from a place other than the one I am living in. I look around me and my scenery entails  tiny rotting wooden rooms soaked in blood and urine, some of it my own. For as long as i can remember I have been living here. I do remember screaming at first, then my screaming turned into whimpering cries then I just stopped altogether, even though there are a lot of people who witnessed my discomfort, countless flocks of dirty people, no one took notice or sympathy of my situation and I feel now that making my presence discreet works better for me, because now i am not beaten till i stop. I had my first child 3 weeks ago, he was a very healthy baby boy, he was the only good thing i can remember about this place. He would lay and suckle on me and the time flew by and there seemed like there was good things to come, happy days ahead. I looked into his eyes, and while I don't remember how i became pregnant with him, I know he's mine, I see it there in his eyes. A woman came and took him away yesterday, when i protested they put chains on me. I can still hear him crying not because it is so clear in my memory but because he is still in the same building, probably in a room just like this one. He cries non stop but sometimes his cries peak into a hysterical squeal, and while I am helpless to comfort him being confined as I am my body responds all the same. My breast milk leaks out every time his cries reach that familiar horrifying peak, my body wants too feed him but i cannot, can you imagine how this might feel? I know all too well what will happen to him because I've seen it before here, his cries will subside and they will burn him alive or take him away to only god knows where. I feel this is inevitable. I hear my captors talk about how i have no soul, and this must be true because i am not regarded as something to feel bad for, but if it is true then why i am i allowed to understand my pain? Why do I know that there is more to life than this? because i do know , please believe me I do know there are better feelings than this one, better lives than mine. Do you know who I am?, can you tell me why I am here?