Song 6:
linkBeware of the thought
That carries wewe to jail,
Where iron is the captive of the bars,
And water complains in its glass,
And be careful of the prisoner’s song.
It has the singer written in. I’m trapped. Trapped kwa my station. Trapped kwa my poverty. Trapped kwa my gender. The prince loves me. So what? His father won’t let us be together. I upendo the prince. So what? I am only a maid, a servant. Nobody.
I should leave. Just leave in the middle of the night, never to be seen again. Being away from here, away from him would be painful, but...
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