Good luck
Not that I’m bitter just…
I can’t help but think
You want the 1950’s housewife
The type who’ll clean and cook for you
Perhaps that’s the first introduction
To women, you ever had?
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But times have changed
It’s 2022
You liked the idea of me in theory
But the reality showed up all the parts
Of you that I didn’t need
Of course you felt in my shadow
Did I make you feel small?
I’m sorry, I always do
You wish to seek a person more meek
Have all the children in the world
Come home to a meal cooked…
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But baby, I know you
I know you’ll always feel dissatisfied
I know you’ll want the easy life
And one day it’ll hit you
And you’ll wonder, was it all really worth it?
Is this all really worth it?
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And as you try to sleep - oh to sleep! - you’ll try
to resist the urge to think of me
And how maybe, it would have been okay
Your life would have been different
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And you cannot help but see me there
A haunting yet enigmatic spectre
Smiling as I recite my favourite quote
And we plan our next adventure together
“Though she be but little, she is fierce”