My Stepmother's Cruelty

MY STEPMOTHER'S CRUELTY I am a prisoner in my father's house I wait until she goes to sleep to get food, I am no difference to a mouse My father must be turning in his grave Seeing his only son treated like a slave All my clothes she sold, I have nothing to wear Day and night I feel cold, this life I can't bear My room from me she took, gave it to her children, now look, I sleep with dogs and pigs in a shack If only the dead could be brought back... Someone please come to my aid I was my father's prince I'm now a maid Daily I encounter pain My tears everytime flow like an endless rain I deserve not to live This world I better leave because pain is now my daily bread Hence, it is better to just join the dead. PoeticMonwa