Chauvinist - Poem by mercy kihungi
You say I don’t cook, you say I don’t wash, you say I don’t spread our bed.
Ooh! ! Ok! ! I say the same about you… I say the same about you…
I don’t pick your socks when you drop them on the floor, I don’t brush your shoes for work
I will give you a million reasons why I don’t, but just so you know, one of them is coz you don’t either. Do you? No you don’t, do you? no you don’t. You said you what…?
You go to work every day, babe I do too.
You provide for us, I thought I did that for us as well.
You pay the bills, which I also do, what do you do that which I don’t, you get home late so do I, you are exhausted so is my body,
what do you call love, if you don’t care about that.
Don’t compare me to her, she is always in the house, she has all the time in the world,
If she gets home early, so she is obliged, my career ain’t like hers, why do you compare me to her.
She don’t pay bills like I do.
Is this to say that’s all you wished from me, or you don’t like that I also work?
You don’t want food cooked from outside, and you don’t want me to get a house help. Just so you know, it’s a job opportunity for the jobless, and if I can employ why not.
Baby I don’t mind doing all that, but only when I can. I don’t mind pleasing you that way, but making it my responsibility, I don’t like and if you want it to be mine got to tell me which is yours…that which I don’t do. chauvinist! ! !
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