the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time


Day 307 – Wedding Cake

I hate it when patriarchy subjects us ladies to the domesticity of life,
I know I don’t belong in the kitchen.
Regardless of whether I’m a man or woman.

And it doesn’t matter my culture nor my creed.
Somewhere along the line, mankind planted a different kind of seed
Into our lifestyles and understandings…
History has been sewn up with threads of inelastic reality
And the supply and demand for the hearts of women remains unchanged.

Though, I must say misogynists hit the nail on the head when it comes to the kitchen.
Okay, not all women love to cook.

But me? I have an affinity for all things related to the art of cooking.

I have affairs with my sharpened blades, they quickly remove the excess mess of life.
My smooth, wooden chopping boards can withstand all of my karate chops.
Those dishes that lie so unfaithfully in the sink, they get a good talking to every so often.
My patience grows thin with them, but sometimes I really don’t mind washing away their accumulation of grime and hard work.

As the daughter of desserts, it is my ultimate duty to produce birthday cakes
For those special days, and create tried and true baked goods to please the parents.

While I can’t help but wander back into the kitchen on days when the sky is filled with gloom, I am both guilty and proud to say I fit perfectly into the patriarchy-shaped metal tin.

I stand behind all that I create with my two hands.
Did I mention that I do wedding cakes too?

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Day 206 – Stubborn Shoes

Take these here stubborn shoes,
I’ve loosened them, the laces undone
For you to easily slip your feet into
So uncross your bent knees
Pull up your socks beyond the heel
And let the cotton threads mold your shape
Come on, take these stubborn shoes
They’ve taught me to be quite odd
For I’ve been stubborn throughout these hours
Pouring my happiness into this meal
And forcing myself to be numb in the chill
Winter frost surrounding my
Goosebumped arms and hands
Why yes, I took it even further
By entering the social setting
And cheering until my throat is dry
My voice, it’s gone, so gone
Why oh why did I
Wear these stubborn shoes tonight?

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Day 168 – Not Lost, But Found

If I told you a funny story
Would you promise not to laugh?
I made some rules for finding friends
At least I’ll tell you that.

If you’re gorgeous, I hope that you
Have something more you want to give
You’ve gotta shine brighter than the sun
Please inspire me to live

If you know each minute detail,
Each forgotten date of history
Unlock the intricacies of this life
Please share them all with me

If you can see the ironies of today
And you’re witty – with each turn of phrase
You’ve gotta want to make me laugh
Please leave an imprint on my days

So if you think you are really mine
And if our paths were meant to cross
Then you don’t need these directions
You’ll find a way to me – and not get lost