"Staying at Home," A Poetry Post

Staying at home makes you
smile differently when
your man walks through
the door.

Something in you knows that
if he don't work,
you don't eat.

Something in you knows,
that if he don't come home,
ain't no food
in the freezer.

Something in your attitude
changes,
when you know he gets up
every day
to keep the lights on.

You feel inspired
to vacuum.

You feel more excited
about dishes.

You fluff pillows,
and comb your hair
specially
every day.

You spray your perfume
in the air.

Seems like
we should be able to
reproduce that appreciation
out of a work week
of our own.

But we can't love like women
and hustle like men
at once.

We can fake 'em together,
but they naturally
don't grow
together.

-T. D. James-Moss