Everywhere I turn,
I see her face.
You’re my husband,
But she’s your wife.
Can you ever be mine?
I daily wonder.
Will I ever,
Carry your name?
What am I really?
The love of your life?
Or
Your hidden shame?
Babies, a home,
Cooking dinner,
Doing laundry and ironing,
These are pleasures destined not for me.
Daily arguments over kids’ school,
Their undone homework,
Her indecent dressing,
His soccer practice.
Why Why Why?
Why does she get these privileges,
I’m the one who loves you,
‘tis indeed an unjust world.
Every thought of mine,
Revolves around you,
My every breath is yours,
But you are Hers.
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