Womanish

Always nagging
With a boring headache
My mom complains of her life
Of her constant backache
Of her demoded outfits
Of my dad’s financial fits
Hot boiling kettle screams
My mom also screams off her fits
A cold wind screams through the panes
And I scream in pain:
I don’t want to grow up to be a woman
With a hubby so vain
While my dad leaves home again
God knows he also might be  screaming and cursing
Those womanish complaints...

Ayten Suvak