• Day in and day out

    I’m struggling but I can’t do anything about it

    What do you do about it? Nothing

    I witness you mocking at me, amused of my torture…

    I haven’t seen myself in a while. What do I look like?

    I’m a pack mule… stinky…filthy as dirt, retching as foul filth attack me;

    I notice scorpions around me…I’m horrified,

    what do you do about it, nothing.

    Your making me do all of these nonsense tasks dusk and day;

    Having me dig loads of dark brown soil; tiredly up & down

    now soft like mud; thanks for the rain

    It feels like paste, but it sticks to me like glue on my warm velvety skin

    Nonstop; I dig until my body aches,

    Now, I’m standing here… motionless, what do you do about it? You beat me…