Sad But True

A Hong Konger's ballad to her domestic helper:

Back home you had earned a degree
But now you clean up after me
I'm better than you, don't you see?

I hear you speak English with ease
You've even picked up Cantonese
But you iron with great expertise

I send you to market for food
You'll get a day off when I'm in the mood
And if I beat you it's for your own good

Though I pay you a pittance, don't whine
You're a (Filpina/Indonesian/whatever you are), so it's fine
Stay away from my husband, he's mine

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I wish this was hyperbole, but employers like this exist.

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