Do this! Do that! They always say...
Tie out the goat and wash up the plates
Male, female, who am I?
Evidently, no one regards my gender type
Traditionally, a plate washer I am
But, goat tier? What do you think I am?
Yes, ofc, my hair is short
My shape is lean, I've got no ass
Regardless, I am woman
No more will you treat me less than
A goat tier? Hah! Again, who do you think I am?
Puncy, come and cook the food
Puncy come and make the bed
Puncy go and scrub the sheets
The floor is dirty don't you see?
Puncyyyyyyyy..............
Ohhhhhhyyyyiiiiiiiii................
'Make me breed missah Solavan! make me breed'
Pardon monsieur, what? do you not have hands?
The only thing left for me to do
Is to wipe you bottom.
Are you a baby, or an incompetent?
'You mumma never birth you wid sensibleniss?'
"I wouldn't have her in a conference room, a hospital, a courtroom
Less she's accompanying a mop and a broom"
Hah! The disrespect
The insults that you hurl at us, the atrocities that are faced by us
Highlighted in the very name you've given to us
Man + wo, did you not know?
That we are you + tonnes of woe
You'd never comprehend in a thousand years
The pain undergone each day by us
I am so much more than a housewife, a caretaker, a punchingbag
I am woman
I carry, birth and nurture life.
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Inspired by traditional roles, high expectations from women (housework, housewife) and their degradation.
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My hearty poems
PoetryEver felt down? Empty? Lost? Sweetheart, that's completely normal. We've all been there, done that. There ain't a compass or a handbook to life. There is literally, no guide! We're all strays. But-tah, some of us stray onto right paths. Others to th...
