MAIDS by Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O.

Day73
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge

Every human is special,
But the maid is less special
Why treat them as inferior
& claim your children are superior?

The blood that flows in them
acknowledges the ill-treatment
The oppression meted on them
Can speak against any government

Maids are not objects,
But special humans to be treasured
They're not even celebrated
& their hard work are not measured

The blood in humans means life
& these maids deserve a better life
Your actions upon them paints a picture
& the depression is scary from life's aperture.

Maids are not objects,
But special beings for blessings
Springing joy like a seed among thickets
I know this because I learnt valuable lessons

Maids are humans not object
Do not wear them the garments of regret.

Opia-Enwemuche Maxwell O is a Poet and the
Author of "The Oracle of Isieke"

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