Saturday 5 May 2012

Domestic workers

by Malaika Wa Azania on Wednesday, March 2, 2011 at 9:31pm ·
(This poem was written by the Thula Baba Collective in 1987)

We are called girls,
We are called maids,
It is like we are small.
It is like we are children.

We are told what to do.
We are told what to say.
We are told what to think.
We are told what to wear.

We are women,we are mothers.
Our bodies are strong from hard work.
Our hearts are big from suffering.

We struggle against hunger.
We struggle against poverty.
We struggle against suffering.

We are women,we are mothers.
Too much work can break our bodies.
Too much suffering can break our hearts.

Our problem is that we live alone.
Our problem is that we work alone.
Our problem is that we suffer alone.

But we find friendship if we meet together.
And we find answers if we talk together.
And we find strength if we work together.
And we find hope if we stand together.

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