He brings home the bacon
She cooks it
He dirties the floor
She cleans it
And he still expects
Motherhood not to get in the way
Unable to think
Unless he decides her thoughts
Speaking is a stretch
As long as he's chewed the words for her
Removed of any flavorful essence
Absent of aroma
And denied a long vowel
Footsteps carried by his loafers
Her stride not permitted to shift from bended knees
Her smile masks her tired eyes
Low and dreary removed of intense emotion
Every man's dream is to protect the silent lamb
Bound by the contempt of her conscience
Her voice whispers for a ceasefire
With infinite desire to BE

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