We were slaves in the kitchen,
Now we’re not,
But we swapped out “masters”,
From husband to boss.
We found the shackles to the stove,
And found the key to the lock,
But they were replaced by handcuffs,
Now we’re the slaves to the clock.
We were imprisoned for this,
Now we’re trapped in the pressure,
Of being someone we’re not,
And not finding the pleasure,
In the reversed life,
Our roles transposed,
When we were a happy, little family,
And we weren’t supposed,
To get stressed,
Cook our own meals,
Have families distressed,
Now society will never heal.
Never heal the image,
Women had then and now,
Why can’t we be somewhere in-between?
Can’t we just somehow,
Make our own way of life,
And you mind your own,
We were happy before,
Now everything has just blown,
Out of proportion,
You never understood,
The fact that some of us,
Loved our lives the way we could.
We went from patriarchal,
And toxic masculinity,
To our artificial “equality”: matriarchal,
And toxic femininity.
And the fact that,
Reality TV,
Isn’t reality at all,
It just shows more fantasy.
Wouldn’t you like,
To strip it all back to who,
Made it all equal?
#Metoo