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The Kitchen

The reason I'm in the Kitchen,
is to learn.
To learn how you cook the chicken,
So that it doesn't burn.
To learn how you do dishes,
And cook meals,
For family traditions.
My excuses are real.
Just like the invention of the high heel.
But Mom won't believe me,
Or that's what it seems.
She won't nod her head at my excuses.
Or mumble the word 'ok'
Well, I guess she kinda knows
I'm not here to roll dough.
I'm here to taste whatever she cooks,
Like the piece of meat that I 'accidentally' took.

© 17th August, 2020 Abasimi Ekpott

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