Frank Adie Poems
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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 ...
The Princess' Wrath
I woke up this morning with a hole in my heart,
An incompleteness so foreign, so terrible.
What must have been the cause of this, I worried.
In search for explanation, I realized most regrettably
That I did not consult the 'oracle' yesterday.
Pardon me O infallible Princess,
Plead with the gods to restore my happiness
For henceforth, I promise,