Do i stutter as i speak?
Perhaps not as fluent as you-
with a fortunate, modern rite of passage
now shown in your University degrees, Masters and more.
Fluency you’ve mastered in English-
a profession to show…all a blessing from academia.
Beauty now shaded with lines of Make-up,
expensive clothes and perfumes but
covered with a darker shade of stink.
I’m not Jealous, because I’m the help.
My glories dawned a few moons ago…
now printed on my skin with these scars.
Clumped through this point of destiny that
bleeds with distress from the way you treat me.
I’ll scrub your bath floor, pick up after your mess-
fix you and your husband a good meal,
take good care of your children,
do your laundry and whatever else you need
because I’m the help and just like your job, i get paid.
You can feed me with that disgusting look-
my blessings won’t grey because I’m woman.
With a beautiful sway, i can rock the room
a difference in us that only shows from
our Levels of Education and background…
An intelligence and passion to woo
and snug even your Husband.
I’m not trying to take your husband,
but I can. I’m just the help.
Facial Beauty fades over a certain period
but the inner bit that accentuates respect
builds and gets better with time
Passion often wanders in despair
with your attitude and can draw
you further from your Husband-
Causing his priorities and needs to change.
In turn, your needs and choices will dissipate in confusion
while his curiosity will be adequately sated.
A little gratitude and respect won’t hurt-
little kindness and tolerance won’t cause you wrinkles!
For even if you replace me with another,
the help will still mock your shadow and
one might succeed in taking your Husband.
There is not much difference between us-
Education, profession and background might separate us,
but You’re only Woman. I’m Woman and
just like you, I’m working to survive.
I’m the Help.
Now, can i get you a coffee?