I’ve been slaving all day long

Making mock of me as if nothing’s wrong

It’s a curse, I’m a castaway

I’ve given all, nothing more to say



So tired, still no end

She placed her hand on her forehead

Wondered why, what’s it for

It’s a dead end

Mrs. B walks towards the door

You haven’t eaten anything, don’t you want some more?

Does she talk to herself or me

Contemporary slavery



She seems shrunken

And her face showed signs of her old age

Breakable bones

All alone without her family

They are waiting for the death of Mrs. B



Mrs. B keeps her son to herself

At least she tries to

When he married, it cause quite a stir

She hit him and her too



She wonders why no one calls

Since they got her number and all

It’ll be a relief to slowly drift away

No more waiting for the lonely days



Mrs. B says she’s all alone

Wondering if she’s safe in her home

Doesn’t care to come out because the kids

Might take her purse or blow her to bits