Soft Tones

He just wants to live his life

She just wants to live with him

Alone, a free, lost, and loose woman

Pointed back to her parents, forth to her husband

When the rain, and poverty beat her

For comfort, she is the following;

Hushed into subordinate positions, working

To be consumed by eyes, candy, and

Not to be consumed by her own desires

Crazy not to take the deal

Big men discussing big deals

Awkward silence until she closes the door

When she’s back with food, rancour

Then to stand and serve amidst hushing tones

No seat, as she speaks in a too soft voice