Back when we first me, the only tho g I cared about was making it to the next sunrise. Sure as hell didn't care about my future. I was living a lie, hung up on past regrets. I was broken. But somewhere along the way, I started changing. Started meeting people who made me think that maybe it wasn't all bad. People who put their faith in tomorrow and in me

b. brooks wrote about the same type of neighborhood in which she grew up.

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there is not such an "uncle" in the poem "a servant to servants". the narrator refers to many characters -particularly her brother and her husband- both suffering from mental illness. the woman is also suffering because she does something to but she is not happy with the situation.

the poem has a dramatic monologue about the woman life's circumstances and her traumatic events form the past.

"a servant to servants" is a poem written by robert frost, and is part of a collection of poems "north of boston", of 1915.