Underground Conversations

In the midst of the metro

Full of figures sitting in silence staring at invisible stars

Crioulo

Melodious sounds

Punctuate the air

Fricatives abound

Nobody seems to notice or care

But for the three domestic workers who share

In the safety and comfort of their mother tongue

Complaints of exploitation

Each with a story to tell

One woman to proclaim

To whoever is willing to listen

Underground

In the postcolonoial metro of the metropole