here’s your damn grocery list,
while i juggle life in my arms—
the baby, the bags, and the weight of you.

you stand there like a god,
untouchable, as if the world owes you.
do you even see me,
bent under the load,
while you watch, waiting, like some king of nothing?

i carry the child,
i carry the meat,
i carry your indifference,
and the silence of every man before you.

what is it?
are you blind, deaf, or just too used to watching
your mother
pull the weight
while your father sat back, smug and still?

you want a crown for lifting a finger?
how about i hand you the whole damn throne
and leave you to drown
in this mess you built,
brick by lazy brick?

fury is the air i breathe now, ...