You, Women Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

You, Women

Wait for guests,
Some friends,
Jamaicans!

And I am confused:
"What to do? "

Angry with women,
Want to shout:
"You, mother…
You, ex-wife…"

"Children,
And kitchen…"
They told me:
"Not for you,
Is off limit! ! ! "

They cleaned,
Cooked the meal,
They arranged,
Set, managed,
I came home,
All alone,
With friends!

While sending
Love, respect,
Inside me a flames
The flame of anger,
Makes me curse:
"God damn you,
You, women! ! ! "

Impatient, I whisper:
"I feel in a shackle!
You made me unable!
You made me miserable!
You made me so hopeless!
Thanks to you, am ashamed! "