MY HERO (Migrants)
She has a beautiful smile
And she takes care of an old man who is senile
No one knows how hard she works
At night she wakes and talks
She cries, when she is tired and lonely
Her hand phone is her company
She prays when she is weary
Hoping to have energy
To continue her journey.
When she does things and her bosses are not happy
They will start insulting & shouting till noon day
And off day during Sunday.
Life is not fair as they always say
Working hard but no money
Because my salary is not enough for my family,
To rest, eat, play and pray.
But some are working during Sunday
Cleaning, cooking and taking care of the whole family
I feel so sad to learned about their plight
Working whole day until night.
When the day is done
Her tiredness will be gone.
Oh what a life I should say
Working very hard for my family
I sometimes no time to eat
Because I rush my work and have time to meet,
Migrants or Domestic Worker shall I say
All is work everyday and even then they bully.
By: Miss Saturnina De Los Santos Rotelo (Cute)