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In the morning my head is heavy
I sneal, because I don't want to wake you up
You have time to stay and rest,
day off

Coffee doesn't help:
had three cups and I'm still tired.

I take a shower,
brush my teeth
don't bother to make-up.

It's already busy in the marketplace
Elders are waiting
whether the bank opens its doors at all,
they're in hurry.
I'm the last one in the work
- I should change to night shift.

I change to uniform.
I am brisk.
There are already too many days like this,
every cell in me is shouting:

If you hit me even one more time, I will kill you,
and I strike with something you have beaten me with too.
I'll lose the path to the heaven
and go to someplace dark, I'm taken there
where even names aren't needed.

Everyone's saying in a pitying tone:
It's her own fault that she's staying,
but I don't even know myself anymore
who I'm afraid of.
I'm not a woman, I am nothing at all -
a tortured animal in it's cage.

Would you be good to me if I were nicer?
I take a shower with lights on.
You will never shout at me again