A Young Girl's Work

I've got piles of dirty dishes to clean
The dry, yellow grass to make green
The terrible laundry still to be done
The cleaning of giant-sized toilets is no fun
The papers are scattered all over like leaves
Then I remember I've got to plant those disgusting black seeds
The innocent looking baby is a disastrous cyclone
I got to entertain him before he starts to moan
The trash can is like the flooded Nile
I've got to scrub each and every tile
The chickens that I have to tend
I gotta make the mop my friend
Then the baby wakes once more
And begins his sequence of roars.

Rain pour on me until I'm washed away
Lightning strike on me again and again
Give me your energy that never expires
Like the current that flows through wires.

Birds give me wings and teach me to fly
So that I can get lost in the deep blue sky
Lost in such a way that I never return
To do my chores whenever it's my turn.

Jasmin Hari

Inspired by Maya Angelou's "Woman Work"