Tabatha Hansen


The Kitchen - Poem by Tabatha Hansen

My momma thinks she
Owns the kitchen,
Throwin' her papers all
Over the place, strutting
Back and forth like
There ain't no tomorrow
And dancin' like she's the only one alive

My momma thinks she
Owns the frontroom,
Turnin off the hockey and
Shovin' the remotes in the couch
So her husband can't find them and she's
Dancin' like she's the only one alive

My momma thinks she owns
The couch, plopping
Herself down with a bag of
Chips and munching away,
Even when I was the one
Who took them out and still
Dancin like she's the only one alive

My momma thinks she owns
Me, fretting about my clothes
And my hair and always telling
Me to stop dancin' like I'm the only one alive
But she don't own me
My momma owns the kitchen


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 14, 2003



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