A woman slowly stirs the rice a roni while her man sits watching tv she's always stuck in the kitchen making the food, always in a hurry Her life is a depressing soap opera living at home in her cell she's always kept locked up she has no one to tell She treads on the passing days with cold naked feet she lives only to please his needs are incomplete He walks into the room drunk with anger again she lives this story daily she wonders where he's been She dares to meet his gaze only to be slapped down she looks at her self blood covers her night gown This is all too familiar she weeps as she's done before this night is no different she gets up to receive more Steven Froom - September 17, 1997