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Declaration

not the housekeeper or maid
or the caricature drawn of me
never will be ever gonna be
the slave you want of me
cleaning your floors
washing your walls
seeing your dirt
know more than you think
wiser than you assume
deeper than your fears
built this house you try to take
greater than the crumbs
wipe that table clean
not your house slave
greater character than you will ever be

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