I don't want to hear my name no more tonight

Ever since Momma's gotten home, she has driven me up the -wall-. The last straw that broke the camel's back just happened, when I heard her hollar, "Why am I folding clothes when I've worked all day?" I couldn't help it, what started coming out of my mouth kept getting louder and louder and went as such:

"Why have I been in bondage to this house since I was twelve? Why don't I have a life, a family, a career, a home of my own when I'm 32 years old? Why have I wasted my life cleaning your house when you bullied me into being your live in MAID!?"

I think she heard me, because she backed off, even though I did go help fold clothes.


I

HATE

THIS

HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!