The Norm

A woman’s place is in the kitchen,

That’s the 1960’s way.

I am just a life size doll.

Porcelain skin,
so pale and delicate.
my cheeks pink with blush.

Betty Boop wide eyes,
with eyelashes that reach the sky,

My tiny waist and garter’d legs.

I will cook for you.

I will clean for you.

I will sew for you.

I will bare your children.

I will keep myself for you.

I will make you coffee and breakfast each morning.

I will not complain.

Because you are my husband,

You provide for me,

You grant me a roof, and food to cook.

For you I do all of this because it is expected.

Reviews

[Kurai.Merodi]

I think this poem hits reality on the head

[Death's Poet]

Very interesting and very true. Out of curiosity, what is your opinions on this view of women? Well written and constructed

[Harper Tate]

I think it is completely up to whoever is involved. Be it two female/amle parents, whether the female stays at home and the male goes to work, or if the male stays at home and the female goes to work. It is all completely subjective, like most things in life, and people should do what they feel most comfortable with and what makes them most happy. Thank you for your comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

The old way. Wrong or right? Was good someone was home with children. New world. Both parent working. Kids raise themselves. I wish there was a middle ground. I liked the poem. Made me think this early morning. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote