Eye of Power

Stacks and stacks of dirty dishes
All these messes
Who am I to say?
Just a maid
Working for lazy women
I am also human
I show respect through the frames of ownership
While they show barbarity in the window of wealth
Are we any less?
Money making all the mess
Hiding in my shell
Getting water from the well
Muddy staircase
At each corner cleaning a vase
Deep waves hit on me
Losing the fight always
Hoping for better days
I dim out of light

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