The Cauldron Poem by Zyw Zywa

After school, the guests come
we receive them in nice clothes
- first, take a bath

then help the men in their room
changing their clothes
- we are strict

as a sweet mama
and show with a smile how to do it
- it is a game

of glee in our inn
where the birds are colourful and sing
- madam sets the tone

and my sisters teach me the tricks
of tempering and dreaming aloud
- the alluring

but I am decent, I sleep in my bed
every night without someone else
- until I marry

a man whom I don't give a chance
to tear up my heart
- not even a little bite