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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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