I Knew My Place – Aurora Phoenix

I knew my place when I was cooking
barefoot
scrambling to please
the indomitable hostess
fierce in a frazzled up-do
sizzling while he sat at ease.
I knew my place when I was chewing
my cheeks
cognizant of my inconsequence
biting back that biting retort
while they chewed conceited cud
confident of their pompous placement.
I knew my place when I was toiling
drudgery
forbidden from the boardroom
as I covered incompetence
silver coffee serviette
service with a smile.
I knew my place when I was massaging
his ego
and his member, crafting a pleasure cruise
dutiful and doting
at the expense of my own satisfaction.

I know my place when I am standing
strong
solid on my own two feet
above the clamoring fray
going my own way.


Aurora Phoenix is a wordsmithing oxymoron. Staid suburbanite cloaks a badass warrior wielding weapon grade phrases. Read more of her confabulations at Insights from “Inside.”

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Global Literary Collective

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