House Girl

House Girl Ain’t got no sun Ain’t got no room Ain’t got no river Ain’t got no moon Ain’t got no rhythm Ain’t got no moves Ain’t got no heels Ain’t got no grove Ain’t got no mirror Ain’t got no shoes Ain’t got no lipstick Ain’t got no news Hot tears run down my face And fill up my wounds Slimy snout bubbles come out my nose But it mustn’t so For I am to be a rock And the pencil is my broom You dig your fingernails into my neck Imprint your hands on to my face And ain’t got no shame For I am at fault and the one to blame Ain’t got no freedom Ain’t got no power Ain’t got no dreams of tomorrow Ain’t got no time Ain’t got no wine Ain’t got no sugar Ain’t got no booze Coming master Coming madame Ain’t no ‘matmwaxel’ Simply a ‘girl ‘ Who can out cook and out clean any wife or daughter And polish floors and pots and pans brand new I iron clothes wrinkle free And am threatened with the same one I accidentally burned in a hurry I want to laugh away my misery Oh girl, you’re too silly For I bet on the dollar And work without tea Marckincia Jean Narrative 05/21/19