Will I be chained to a work table she should have asked, would have asked, knowing what she knows. Will I sleep, by my own free choice, so as not to be docked, will I sleep beneath that table five nights a week she should have asked, would have asked, knowing what she knows. Will I work, by my own free choice, out of fear of wetting myself, will I work all day without water, will the bosses let me use the bathroom while I’m on the clock she should have asked. Nothing they told her was untrue. Work is steady. She makes a living in a new exciting country. She sends good money home, not much for here, but for home a tidy sum. She lives among women who understand her, speak her language, and would do anything for her. They also should have asked. The boss would have to threaten them with their lives before they would turn against her, or she against them. And so they do. Will others turn against me she should have asked, would have asked, knowing what she knows. True, she is proud of the work she does, proud to send money home to her children. True, all true. Will my letters home be censored she should have asked. She didn’t ask. If letters from home upset me, if reading them hurts production, will letters from home be kept from me, will I try to warn my children against this life she should have asked. As years go by and my daughters thrive at home with the help of what I send them, will I stop trying to discourage them, won’t I want them here, and if they want to help their daughters, not knowing what they don’t know, won’t they ask?

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