Like it's a sin
Like I'm selling my soul to the devil
By not selling my hands to the kitchen
Like I'm defying the laws of nature itself
They look at me like I'm a creature engulfed
In atrocious rebellion against the creator himself
Don't embarrass us girl
Don't just hide it in plain
You need to know these things
Don't crush the family name
Go make that Doro girl
We'll be proud of you then
Forget your accolades
Go find your gentleman
Hold that knife correctly
Bake that Injera right
Brew that Tej, be a pro
Keep your mind out of sight
Go make that Shiro girl
Make some Misir, Gomen
Check to see if we like it
You can like yourself then
YOU ARE READING
My Inner Workings
PoetryWhen I can't feel, I cry When I can't cry, I scream When I can't scream, I write
