Three women [Poem]

I have a person doing work for me.
A deep spiritual, religious work.
I suffer less from the pain of hatred,
Of my beget, because this person cares,

About me. When will I see the face of,
My saviour? It takes an inordinate,
Amount of pain to keep the beget out,
Of my place. To have decent place to live.

We must put ourselves in difficult,
Circumstances to educate beget.
Oh my good God, an abominable,

Pain, she is greedy and irrational.
We both want to be free, so my helper
Can help me with ease. Is she leaving me?