18 March 2014
(An ode to the maids and gardeners of Winston park, near Hillcrest)
Madam, why do you drive past not noticing my thumb up?
You and I are both familiar with this area
You live here.
I clean the houses here.
It hurts me when you just drive past
And I see that smile on your face
Content that your life is so grand
As you zip past in your spacious SUV
And I notice that you have 3 empty seats
And you can’t seem to spare one for me?
I am not asking for a lift home…
Just 3 km down the road, to where the public transport is.
How can you be so unkind?
Yes, I’m thankful for the job.
But, how do you justify not helping for a brief 2 min drive?
Have you “labeled me” again?
“Oh no I can’t give you a lift, what if you hijack me?”
Is that your thought, Madam?
“All of us black folk are the same?”
What a shame!
Do you not see how hard, I work in your home?
You never have to worry about coming home to a messy estate.
I work well.
You can trust, please don’t drive by.
This picture is taken from Amberafrica
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