Housewife

I stare into an empty pan

I wonder what time he will come home

Should I cook his favorite again?

This time I won’t

No time to eat

No time to love me

Business, friends, and his affair

I smell her perfume everywhere

Kids screaming all around

All I can hear is her voice

Is she pretty? Am I not?

I stare into nothingness thinking

Clean, birth, cook

Is this all I’m good for?

She has his charm

I have his socks

Nothing but a woman

Just a woman in a man’s world

Living under his foot

What will I ever be worth?

Just a mere woman with an apron

Just a drunken screw

No brain only a vagina

Isn’t that all they see?

He has her

I have the kids

Loving them isn’t enough

My heart is weak without his

Maybe tomorrow will be better?

Maybe he’ll confess?

Maybe he will finally be faithful

Maybe I’ll be more than I woman

Sixties Queen on the silver screen

Model in the sheets

I am not these things

But I bet she is

Is it that much fun to break my heart?

Does she even know?

Wonder if he opens doors for her

Is the necklace I’m wearing a twin?

How much our we worth to him

I bet I’m a dollar

She’s a ten

And all the money in the world is more beautiful than us

Greedy man, stinky trash

I wish I could leave

But who will tuck the little ones in?

Scare the monsters away for me?

If I go I leave behind what I’ve made

The kids will regret me

What mother takes away such protection?

Am I selfish to think these things?

I’m just a housewife

Nothing to think about here

I should got make the meatloaf

He’ll be waiting for a meal