A woman like me should
get up in the early hours,
prepare and cook good food;
get kids ready with magic powers.
Have a spotless kitchen, bathroom;
a dust free house and make the beds,
shop, wash, wipe, clean, iron, put away;
do all daily chores with love, care and pride.
Then go to work. Be organised and tidy.
Help the kids with their homework,
take them here, there, everywhere;
serve her demanding family
without a single frown.
To respect all around her;
to speak at the right time;
know what to do at all times;
to know her culture inside out.
Have all the energy and never give up;
to keep on going, serving all and everyone.
To live like other women, behave and resemble
proper ladies amongst an expecting society.
Be clever, intelligent, beautiful, sensual;
last but not least, be a goddess in bed…
Yet to serve herself feels like a crime.
Sometimes she does not want this
strong, tough expectant life style;
she wants to be somewhere
else; someone else to sit
and just watch herself.
A woman like me hey?
Except I don’t know
a woman like me,
I only know me.