I was bought with money
I am the property of my master
He determines the course of my life
He subjects me to mindless drudgery
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Surprisingly I never go back to read comments about my poems. Chinedu, Dr, Tony, Edward and Favour. Accept my unreserved appreciation to your comments. God Bless.
You've just captured the deplorable condition of lives in which 'house-helps' endure on daily basis. I call it modern day slavery. Beautiful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth in good diction with conviction. An insightful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.
Why am I called a slave, and what is my crime? I am not a slave, I am only being enslaved I wasn't born in chains, why am I being chained? ...... when i read the history of the salve trade in america, such imaginations come in my mind and when i see some films which depict such kind of inhuman and evil treatments........ i have such imaginations in my mind...... the whites destroyed the blacks. it is simply history........ and when Obama became president i was all the more happy....... God is alive........ thank you my dear poet for this revealing poem
I do the cooking! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A poignant write! It’s hard to express my feelings…“I do the cooking in my master's house/yet I must live on the leftovers /I wash and iron cute and expensive cloths/But have only rags to cover my back”. You have captured a heart provoking theme! I wholeheartedly agree with comments of Chinedu and other esteemed poets!