Silver Slippers

On my hands and knees

I scrub endlessly,

blistering bruises

covering my palms,

droplets of sweat

on my forehead.

They push me now

ordering me about.

“Sweep the floor,

Bring my tea.”

and no “Thank you.”

One day they’ll stop,

they’ll see.

I am one of them

their own flesh and blood.

One day

it will be me

wearing

silver slippers.

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