My first Poem : A Concubine desire

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When I stepped out of your house
Don’t think I’m a fool
I don’t need to be your concubine
To live my life in full

You can shower me with money
Feed me with golden honey

But I am not like your other chicks
Unlike them, freedom is what I seek

All your mistresses are fools
They do nothing but shrew
You treat them like a tool
In time, out of your house, they will be threw

Your house is like a cage
Ironically I am a queen bee in that hive
But before I am going to aged
The sea is where I will dive