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Feb 2016
never raise your children, the way your parents raised you

Mum I know you said
That we'd be striktly professional
But I have to admit
I really wasn't
And you have to understand
Neither were you.

I respect your father's approach
But perhaps it will help
If you understand
That I will not become
More obedient
When you take things away.

I will become more resilient
In my approach to get what I want.
Now perhaps this made you
More willing to obey
But it only made me rebel.

I only wanted to do
All the things the other maids didn't.
Should've been easy enough
For you as my boss
In a work place
Where everyone complains.

All late shifts
Work each weekend
Clean the apartment
I know all the other girls
Hated that
But I liked my job.

"We're making you a supervisor


The tendency
That came forth was:
If you're happy
I will change that.
Is it easier now
That I quit?
Digging our heels in
Sirenes
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Sirenes  Belgium
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