Wedlocked Poem by Zyw Zywa

I hear myself, at work
in the kitchen, cooking
shouldn't sound like that

There is a time for everything
but it is fixed
in daily routines

When it gets dark
I can breathe out, look
outside, look at the birds

On holidays I discover the world
through the eyes of the boys
who conquer rocks and rivers

The girls are princesses
They train themselves to be a queen
destined to complain about her fate

At home, they are my family
They plug their ears
when I'm cooking