Elucidating Questions

You own my time.

You own my livelihood.

You own everything that keeps me allowed to live,

Everything that makes people think I deserve to be allowed to live.

Dear Master,

The people who are humbly employed under your grace and in your service cannot afford to eat healthy,

Can’t afford to make rent,

Can’t afford to live comfortably.

Dear Master,

Why are you allowed to live comfortably for yourself and your children and your children’s children and so on and so forth into your graceous issue,

When I’m not allowed to live comfortably for even myself?

Dear Master,

How much time do you spend working and how difficult do you find it?

I spend every day off recovering from the shifts I have worked.

Do you feel like that too?

Dear Master,

Are you able to leave the house when you don’t have to work?

I wish I knew what that felt like.

Dear Master,

You’d take it away from me if I spoke out.

If I spoke out you’d make sure I ended up being destroyed in this society and I would have nothing.

But Master,

I understand. I am just an unneeded pawn that can be replaced.

In this game of chess you play with our lives.

What a glorious game you must play.

Dear Master,

When you face the customer today and they berate you and dismiss you and hate you and snap at you and

Dear Master,

I know you don’t face customers.