clean his clothes.
Buy his food;
take care of our baby;
(I wonder if he understands
half of her is his;)
If only I had a boy,
he would be happier.
He grants his thanks;
nary a nice word,
nor a surprise of flowers.
But that's not all I do:
I work two jobs,
and go to school part-time too.
If I ask him for help,
he tells me, it my job;
We argue, I give in
and do what I asked him to;
I'm so tired at the end of the day,
and crawl into bed for some needed sleep;
However, he wants, and I say no;
he whines and tells me
I am not being fair to him;
I give in and hope I haven't
forgotten my pill this morning;
After emptying himself into me,
he grunts thanks
and goes to sleep.
As I fall asleep, filled with him,
I wonder why
why am I so empty?
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