Frank Adie Poems
- The Slave I was bought with money I am the property of my ...
- The Prostitute's Admonition I was a commercial sex worker I ...
- The Diary Of A Hero. A husband who loved his wife ...
- Broken Vow Right from the day I said "I do" I have...
- The Ecstasy Of Surrender I am a mere mortal with peculiar ...
- The Significance Of Na-Wao! Na-wao! is an ambiguous ...
- Birthday Reflection Date of birth, Date of death, One we ...
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I was bought with money
I am the property of my master
He determines the course of my life
He subjects me to mindless drudgery
I am always the last to go to bed
And the first to wake up everyday
I dare not complain or grudge his orders
In fear of the whip of disobedience
Whenever I ask why it is so
I am being told that I am a slave.
I do the cooking in my master's house
Yet I must live on the leftovers
I wash and iron cute and expensive cloths
But have only rags to cover my back
I weed and tend my master's garden
But I dare not taste the ...