She felt useless,
As she cried her eyes out;
Where was an end to this seamless,
Eternity of all time pout?

Why,oh why,
Was she subjected to this?
To see the women dye,
Their hair a colour of piss?

She never asked for this,
To be a hair stylist,
When all she wanted to was diss,
Her boss who was an anger catalyst.

After her parents' death,
She was left with her siblings,
Who slept underneath,
Their cot to get rid of minglings.

They despised sympathy,
At all costs,
Even if they undertook therapy,
They turned a blind eye to that post.

She was forced by her aunt,
To do this job,
Or else her siblings would be sold,
To the leader of the mob.

She had no other way,
But to indulge herself,
When all she wanted was to be away,
From this job that was a shelf.

Should she continue,
Doing something that she didn't know,
Should she undergo constant fatigue,
So that she can tie her siblings with a bow?

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