I guess it is my turn to fight

I wouldn’t mind being the domestic
seam ripper
the one in charge of the clothes that cover
otherwise bare bodies.

I wouldn’t mind being the holistic
toe healer
the one in charge of nurturing every pain out of
otherwise sore feet.

I wouldn’t mind being the eclectic
meal creator
the one in charge of filling mouths
otherwise left vacant.

instead, I think destiny decided
I am to win over the cash that feeds the mouths
that clothes the backs
that washes the wounds
and take charge.

and just as hippie colonies flaunt their
sexual division of labour
so too has a culture bent on equality
flaunted me as a leader

just as libraries depend on authors
and guitar makers depend on musicians
politics depends on politicians
and the left depends on hope.

I wouldn’t mind settling
because that’s what we see as
the bliss of home life.
otherwise left to those who have no future.

instead,
I think destiny decided
this is it for my period at home.
on to the races.