You sit and watch,

I walk and bend and work,

You read,

I read and write and stress,

But stop to make you food,

To make clean the habitat,

You are pleasantly oblivious,

I note every single warning,

You are free from worry,

For you know I’ll do that for us,

You don’t have to watch,

The filthy made clean,

Or the uterus emptying,

For you are the king,

It has always been that way,

Yet I am no queen,

But only the wretched help,

You utter only right things,

I must be corrected and taught,

You only think you know,

What is going on,

But I know what is real,

And it is gross and ugly,

And for the truth of it,

I rage,

For the whole half of humanity,

Who always had to stand,

At the damned sink,

And let you bask in our glory,

Oh! Our Righteous King.

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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