Its Only A Job
By: Audrey BarberAt first I was alarmed, got into a state of shock
When I read they needed Arabs to fill every nook and creek
My stomach shook, spent some time in the lavatory
Shitting myself, knowing I am losing my job!
But then I got over it, Its only a bloody job
Not my liver they are after.
So what! I will go get an Abaya
My face with layers of powder I paste
My eyes I will paint with black charcoal
Pout my lips and smear them blue
Look a scary picture, and frighten all in sight
I know I will survive
In that abaya I can hide
I can find an Arab Baba, hang on him like glue
Get the charley to marry me, it will change my status too!
In this camel country, then a citizen I will be
Once the job is secure, and the money is coming in
I will beat this freak to death
Make it look an accident, where no traces can be found
Hide him in a suitcase, and push it down the creek
I know I can survive
In a black abaya, and with an Arab Baba
I can sit and twiddle me fingers, a shocked look on my face
On the phone I can be, yapping like a cow
I can shake my big fat arse and walk about the place.
Stare at a letter, then turn it upside down
Not knowing how to read.
I would not know to write, as I cannot bloody spell.
But I am good at solitaire, on the computer
The Boss is an Expat, an ageing English speaking bat
When he starts to grumble, I can look at him and cry
If he does not buy it, I can file for harrassment
This crisis to survive, what on earth can't I do
I am going to get a Baba, and jump into an Abaya
Life will be easy, No pressure I will have
In at Ten and out at four, with a Saturday off
Life is good in the Abaya nothing much to do
No great efforts, no no not at all
No Hard-work, no input
But the perks are great, I just get them all
Let me find an Arab Baba, and get that black abaya
Then its just a bloody job
This is not my joint, I cannot call it mine
Someday I have to go
I will not bend and grovel at any camel feet
I will hold my dignity and march out the door
Better I can survive
Without the Abaya
I will not hide myself behind black robes
I do not need a baba, with his head wrapped in cloth
I am not a hypocritic I do not play around
So let me stand and salute
All you Arab camels
You gave me your land and treated me with care
I will cherish your sandy land
As I called it home a while
So now I take your leave and the job you may keep
Stick it up the side, where the sun does not shine
Shukran! dear Arabs and Haflat Wadaa
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 21:18
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