(Inspired by different stories of Domestic Worker's I have meet)
Swallowing the pride in solitary times
you can't say no
becomes an artistic way
to us, Overseas Contract Workers.
I'm not so sentimental
or hungry for anything
that a normal individual
sometimes feel but am neither blind
nor deaf to this unique art.
The art of kicking your butt
out of bed even your eyes
refuse to open because it's winter
and your body is freezing.
Not even a little less of
four hours sleep cured your tiredness.
And here you go again
forcing yourself to get up
before the break of dawn.
The art of keeping quiet
at times when employers
are inconsiderate and giving you task
not stated in the contract you signed
like supervising their son's homework,
cleaning their parent's house,
painting from roof top to walls
and going to their friend's house for dinner
and clean all their mess after.
The art of swallowing the pain
with eyes closed
and follow the commands of the "highnesses"
with rambling stomach
because the fridge is empty
of the things for you
but full of foods exclusive for them.
That's where the art of hiding biscuits
on the pockets follows.
Eating them in silence while your hands,
your tired hands never stops stroking back and forth
brushing the dust from ceiling to floor.
All these and more of the other
normal maltreatment of employers to employee,
who left their paradise back home
for the sake of a better future
seeking greener pastures on a foreign land
with tears and sweat as their weapons.
You will be lucky enough if you hear stories
of our kind who enjoys the fruit
of their labors back home,
our kind whose families are in the right direction...
towards success...a better future.
But for those who almost shed their blood
from day one until their contracts end
serving their heartless employers
working to the bones
just to hear bad news at the end of the day...
unfaithful husband...pregnant daughter...
an addict son...a broken family.
Few of the bad prices
for the unlucky dollar earners,
who every time open their eyes
in the morning and saw a pale light
of the sun that gives them hope,
reminds them of a new day
but oftentimes that sun losses its rays
and greets them with pain instead
and the only thing these dollar earners do
is to get up...take a deep breath...
and sadly sigh : "Yet another hell on earth."