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"Oi weh!" Complaining Under My Breath
“Mama I’m hungry! What more have you got to eat?”
My little children chant as I held less few bread in my basket
And they are snatching each one of it out and left none for me
“You murderer!” I moaned angrily under my breath.
“Spoiled brat these children is to me! They eat me alive
With their thirst of hunger! Taken all that bread of me in the wink of an eye!
Heart wrecking tears my heart had shed, working by days and night to make each penny
To feed these hungry wolves!”
Complaining to myself as my children ignoring
I stare at them chomping each piece of bread down their throat
And my little baby cries to the top of its lung
“Oi weh! When will my trouble gone?” I complain to myself
As I beg for death
Snuggling the baby in my arm
Nursing it and continue complaining…
“Oh my poor little lamb, what have you done to be blamed?
You are not to blame that is my fault to brought you here.
I suffer so long to get you grown and by the time you grown to help me
You ate all the bones out of me!”
Stressing out in my mind alone thinking
What else to do to make more pennies and to buy more
Bread and rice
Husband working late, getting paid minimum wage
Enough to pay for the children school
“Oi weh! No food for husband, I have to get goin!
And make some roasted potatoes for him to eat”
I chant to myself as I put my baby down in his bed
“Busy like a beaver! Ain’t got no time to relax!
Gotta do this, gotta do that, these blood sucker
Urgh!” complaining as I’m getting pots and pan…