Pen Pen de Sarapen

I am Carmen. Have you heard of me? I guess not. Aren't you one of those kids who sang the chant "Pen Pen de Sarapen" with smiles painted on their faces on the streets where I used to collapse on, battered and bruised? Hear me out, please. I am Carmen, a maiden of misfortune on the hands of the men who treated me like a toy.