She hides her eyes from others,
Looks down when spoken to,
She plays with her fingers self conciously,
When speaking, Submisses herself entirely.
A perfect little servant- she wants not,
Asks not, dare not
Speak up against her masters,
Her owners.
She lives on what she has, happily,
In darkness.
Better than to challenge,
To cause any disturbance.
She smiles, unabashedly servile.
Deep inside, her heart is breaking,
Unknown to her, of course.
One can survive on what one has.
Never wish for more.
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