I hate her...

I

Am

soooooo sick of her

Yeah her, you know, ‘our’ REPRESSENTATIVE

The Squeaky clean dots the I’s and crosses the T’s

This woman whose virtues mirror that of Mary

(You know that other chick

the virgin, you know; the one that gave birth to a baby.)

This is the “we” that people meet…

The college educated, career oriented, married at 25,

mother to the perfect child

soccer mom & trophy wife

Sunday dinner, baking pies

finger foods on football and poker nights

Backyard barbeques, the family therapist

Just confess; it’s all BULLSHIT!!



Let me represent ‘us’ for a change

Reasoning with you is like pulling teeth

I scream like a silent screamer in those nightmarish dreams

Trying to say “Stop the facade!”

Let’s stop being a monogamous whore

Now open this door and let me out!!!

Free me to roam about

Don’t you feel us dying inside?

Cook what?!

Screw Martha Stewart

Wendy’s is on the menu tonight

Oh and yes yes yes

Let’s get some men

Bc that husband of ours; what a waste

How dare he crawl on top of us, and have his 15 minutes fame

And you know better than I that 15 minutes is on a good day

Would it hurt to have a finger shoved up our ass?

Or oodles of pearl necklaces coming from multiple directions?

Both pairs of lips kissed at once

Having ALL our body orifices filled?

Imagine that, I could make that happen!

Sighsss….

We have this conversation every fucking night

You stare at us in the mirror as if oblivious to my plight!



There she goes that “us” that I hate…

Smiling her phony smile into the mirror

Swallowing pills and drinking water

Dismissing my words as senseless chatter

Pretending she can’t hear me

Selfishly living a life we share

Under her own terms, with no respect for me,

Which I consider highly unfair.