Thursday, March 29, 2012

House work....Again?

How am I suppose to feel
When you look at me that way?
When you glare your glare?
Throw your fist in the air?
Kick the dust away?
I wasn't ready for this life again.
I wasn't prepared to wear that apron.
Those wooden shoes.
I didn't sign up for this!

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