[[Slave Kid]]

my childhood

When you ordered me around
I never could stop

You finding the kid you love and adore
Just wanting to drop

She asks for a break, Just wanting to play
But you say No! and Go Away!!

So she finds her way back to the kitchen horror of the
dish washing cloth and dresser drawer

Finally the feeling of being done
But there is a surprise, there is one

The floor isn't right, it's just not done
So you return to the things that you have won..

A new wash cloth
A new Broom
Now it's time to clean up that room

**Slave Kid**

Author's Note

please leave comments or anything on your mind :)

Reviews

[cassandra ziemba]

wow, this is a nice poem. is this from your experience though?

[anmutmariie]

Yes and its referring to my mom and her making me clean..lol something so simple but all of the abuse that I went threw I always felt it and let it all out.

[cassandra ziemba]

ok, im sorry. but i get the feeling, school is my only vacation from the constant work and exhaustion.