Poetry
Either Speak Up or Be Spoken to
Sweet grandmother has nothing on me;
A woman they see, so refined, such class!
In these modern times so thankful, so free.
Sweet grandmother has nothing on me;
My wily ways, so full of sass,
Helping out the bourgeoisie.
I wonder if sweet grandmother can see,
The truth behind this troubled lass;
In these modern times, not so fancy-free.
In the home, in the kitchen, still a worker bee—
I could speak up if I wanted to, but alas;
I do what I do whether I like it or not, that’s just me.
I peer out the window at those basking outside as I oversee
Baking and cleaning and assorted chores to pass
And look at the clock and think to myself, “self—should I flee?”
Sweet grandmother has nothing on me;
A woman they see, so weak, such an ass!
In these modern times bound by silence, you’d agree;
Sweet grandmother dear, are you disappointed in me?
Thank you to Ravyne Hawke for today’s poetry prompt!
