When I Were a Little Slave
When I were a little slave.
My nature was developing clave.
I were doing as they pretend,
If I do, they always mend.
When I don’t want to sleep,
They frightened me ghosts and stops my weep.
They introduce me fairies tale,
I tried to fly but always fail.
Ghosts and fairies were my learning thread,
I expect little different when I ate bread.
My childhood was dark and disable,
I lived as servant and counts as a feeble.
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