It was yesterday, I was told to be
A marvelous cook
To pour in the appetizing flavors,
Adding the right amount of red spices
To find my settling place,
The kitchen being my space
The days of wanting to be more
Than just a cook who makes beautiful meals

3 days since I was told I was
Just a guest in my own home
The glorious place to be provided by
My educated husband
Prepared a lifetime in a house
On how to make a “home”
The unending days of wondering
If this house has the capability to become mine

Reminiscing of a couple days ago,
Family gathering of gossip
The glass table being the place for
Superiors, not just the elders
As if you’re made of diamonds,
your species being royalty above all

The uncontrollable bragging about being
the gripping control of the relationship
The pinching thoughts about the
Lack of freedom by comparison
The hurt lingering of the bruised ego
when asked to do so much
The never ending laughter over
what’s being cooked turning out
contrary to your tasteful liking

Our burning flames have been lit,
for your expectations have become
a burden on our hearts
The bitter words have always been
on the tip of our sweet tongues
Now, it’s our time to walk side by side
next to you, for we have been burning for too long
Unintentionally listening to what we have been told,
For all the wrong reasons

It’s time for the mold of past centuries to disappear,
For the passion to appear, defying the not so great odds