I envied the better life.

Half a mother, no father
Pain, fear, sorrow.
Little to wear or eat

I was promised

Honest work, good pay
Even clean streets
Plentiful food
Clear water
Simple shelter
Was enough for me
It will all be yours

Be a strong worker. Promises.

And now

I feel as though every facet of my life is controlled.

I once desired this life.

A good job.
A higher wage.
A secure status

Because I hoped for something more than what I had

 

 

 

 

 

I work, without food
Before the sun comes up
And long after it goes down
No chance to wash
I feel my body trapped with illness

 

They tell me I can not leave.
And that I do not have the right to rest
How would I get home?

My family needs these wages
So I must work harder, longer
Make the masters happy

I never knew.

Such work, chance
Means enduring pain

I feel lost.

What with this work I do
Pains me

I am not a field worker. I am only a LABORER.

I now desire anything but here.

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