Ive been slaving all day long Making mock of me as if nothings wrong Its a curse, Im a castaway Ive given all, nothing more to say So tired, still no end She placed her hand on her forehead Wondered why, whats it for Its a dead end Mrs. B walks towards the door You havent eaten anything, dont you want some more? Does she talk to herself or me Contemporary slavery She seems shrunken And her face showed signs of her old age Breakable bones All alone without her family They are waiting for the d**h of Mrs. B Mrs. B keeps her son to herself At least she tries to When he married, it cause quite a stir She hit him and her too She wonders why no one calls Since they got her number and all Itll be a relief to slowly drift away No more waiting for the lonely days Mrs. B says shes all alone Wondering if shes safe in her home Doesnt care to come out because the kids Might take her purse or blow her to bits