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The Weaker Sex

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Myths to Poems

The Weaker Sex

Labour, what is it, is it my sweat, blood and tears? The hours I put in cooking, cleaning, putting the home together. Is it the physical, the mental, the everything I put my mind, body, soul to? Just once, act like this is your home also-stop giving me that clueless look.

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