Maggy in Exhibition

American breakfast is delicious,
scrambled eggs, bacon, ham and bread

An American walks by
and winks at me, (oh so sweet)
A boss comes over and learns that
I’m the daughter of a boss

Says he has a son,
fresh back from Australia,
drives a brand new a Ferrari, ready to take over the family business.
Wants to introduce us or else it’d be a loss

Oh no is this the life I am going to lead?
Is this my life for the rest of my days?
to change my life,
whom should I plead?

Why am I here?
Why must I be here?
Money’s slave? Reality’s slave?
Patriarchy’s slave?
Who am I?
Where am I? Where do I want to go?

I am suffocating
Why do I ignore all the problems and don’t even want to know?
Why am I here?
I feel almost worthless
I am drowning, helpless