Posted Monday, November 7th, 2005
Original sin is mine alone
as I scrub and toil.
It takes all energies out
of me, and brings me to a boil.
All the family says to me
they know it isn't fair,
and then when dinner is all done
they look at me and stare.
Because the curse of womanhood
is dirty dishes and grime,
it seems absurd when men say to me
"I'd clean it til it shines!"
They look over my shoulder daily,
point out the dirt and scum,
tell me that I have missed a spot
when the cleaning is all done.
If I had my way today
I'd head on back to Eden
and yell at Eve, the nasty thing,
"Why did you start that readin'?"
Comments [post a comment]
Posted by Gerard C. Smith on Monday, November 7th, 2005 at 2:47 PM
Ah, the word. Trouble always starts with the word and the readin' of it. Great job Cheryl.
Posted by Anna McDougall on Monday, November 7th, 2005 at 2:56 PM
Posted by debbie ice on Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 at 9:16 AM
It's all the readin. All that readin! yes! ha!
Very good, Cheryl!
Posted by Katrina Denza on Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 at 11:47 AM
Posted by Katie Weekley on Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 at 1:01 PM
Posted by Anne Bauer on Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 at 2:45 PM
Wonderful irony, Cheryl.
Posted by Miriam Kotzin on Tuesday, November 8th, 2005 at 5:59 PM
Great verse, Cheryl! A real kick in the last stanza.
Posted by Salome Hill on Thursday, November 10th, 2005 at 9:40 PM
I enjoy your written truth.