What Am I If Not a Slave
What am I if not a slave?
I cook, clean and mourn;
I wash, sweep and weep
from dawn to fall of night.
I do nothing but cooking;
I cook all day,
three times a day,
from dawn to fall of night.
What are you if not a master?
You eat, teach and cheat;
you write, drink and sleep
from dawn to fall of night.
For three long decades,
I’ve cleaned your dishes:
empty, dirty dishes
from dawn to fall of night.
What’s marriage if not serfdom?
You are my master;
I am merely a slave.
You do your part; I mine.
From dawn to fall of night
and back to break of day.
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