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