Milwaukee Native Aunt's Oatmeal Porridge! Poem by nimal dunuhinga

I remember my brother said once
While he's drunk;
'Hey! Brother hope you taste one day in America
Milwaukee beer that would be quenched
the thirst of life? '
I wrote to him that I had a dream
One of our native aunts who
lives in Milwaukee forced me to come there
and taste her oatmeal porridge
with her unmarried daughter!
It's very strange on my visit
They found my water-pistol in the haversack?
And they shouted.
It's harmless but still they're scared of weapons?
Though it's a dream
I saw their true innocence and the courtesy!
That could be changed a warrior to a lover?

[The Problem without a name: Just what was this problem that has no name? What were the words women used when they tried to express it? Sometimes a woman would say 'I feel empty somehow....incomplete.'Or she would say 'I feel as if I don't exist.'
-Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique.

nimal dunuhinga